Better Off

Better off

Don't be so quick to berate my commitment issues
I take heart in my new found freedoms
better an Estella than a Rotting Havisham
And I had felt the rot setting in.

Solitude, now there's a suitor
Such sweet methods of wooing the same emotions
that set him as a thorn in my side.
But now I have ripped him from my core
and life is kinder, loneliness more gentle
than any double-edged caress.

So I tire of my Freudian friends,
thick skinned survivors who talk too much sense
and forget how things should be,
regardless of the reality that I don't have to accept.

I have forgiven my seven times seventy,
an accurate count from one who dealt
more than fairly with duplicity.
I have felt my way out of stagnant ground,
alone and secure I have no desire to be bound,
to one who might talk of their sensitive soul
and promise me warmth, but would leave me cold.

Being alone will not make me repent
of a life not lived through a love not spent
When hidden depths have proved shallow graves
and shackles sprung from the bonds once made.