How many different ways there are,
To weave a story, a truth, a lie,
And how many choices were made,
Between the three together?

This I promise with a tear,
There is not one path in life,
But many possibilities,
Choose wisely, my love,
I know some roads of no return,
Are paved with much regret.

This is not an ultimatum,
I speak the simple truth,
That while my heart was seeking yours,
You went and sought anothers.

You kept me in a darkened room,
And fed me from your hand,
The bitter and the sweetened crumbs,
That made me hungry all the more.

I’d toss and turn within your sheets,
Sewing tears into your pillowcase,
Each one a wish for you alone,
To hold my hand in the sun again.

But you kept me there, my love,
Placing my heart upon the highest shelf,
Persuading my sobs into a silent jar,
So no one else would hear them.

You said you could not give me up,
That these chains were for my safety,
That I should not look outside,
The sun was too bright and would harm me.

You said you were my protector,
And I trusted you infinitely,
But one day I looked outside,
Because I missed the solar warmth,
I saw the happiness on your face,
And that of the others.

So badly I had wished,
To see your face like that again,
To feel the warmth of it on my skin,
And my hunger to be satisfied.

It was not meant to be, my love,
For you had made a choice,
And seeing this unlocked my chains,
Gave me the strength to reach my heart,
With my tears within their jar,
And led me out the door.