Leave

I wanted three.

But he threw me.

Choked and Saddened,

He was strangely maddened.

I wanted clarity,

Even as charity.

He was fear,

To everything I held dear.

I have become a closed book,

Anxious from the look.

My lips hesitant to inquire,

About ideas I thought dire.

Now, I do not want three.

I have two you see.

I question my happiness,

From the day I wore the white dress.

I should have spotted the stain

Before I was culled and lain.

Is it too late to escape,

The jungle of the ape?

Or am I igniting a wildfire,

Because of a petty liar.

For even if I grieve,

I want to leave.