Unbroken and Unbound

He seemed like the perfect guy,

lifting me up high,

But behind his sweet words,

 there was a sly,

He acted like he was fixing all my broken parts,

But really, he was just playing with my heart.

Like a broken vase,

 he gathered all my pieces,

Promising to make me whole, my worries he released.

But instead of love,

his touch felt like a trap,

Molding me to fit his desires, a deceitful chap.

He controlled every move,

 every step I made,

In his hands, I felt like I was just a shade.

But I woke up, broke free from his hold,

No longer letting his lies make me feel cold.

Now Iam standing tall, no longer in his game,

Learning to love myself, without any shame.

He tried to mold me, but Iam free at last,

A survivor of his tricks, moving on fast.