Infringed… I couldn’t have said it better myself
For that is what you do to me
Infringe on my life
My thoughts
Dreams…
No space for breath
Just for your hurting knuckles and the redness of your palms
People may call it, control
But I think, “infringe” works really well
Don’t you think?
You infringe your life
You thoughts
Dreams onto, into me
And oh… do I try to understand how you view me
Your path to making me a “better” person
Blood, sweat and tears is what you have to go through… so they say
So you believe
So I have come to know…
The only thing left is to thank you for making me this “wonderful” person