Getting away

Your touch is sewed with string onto my skin, 
                                  It lingers on me, get it off me,                             off.
It's hung to me for centuries,
                                 You want to claim your ownership like I'm your pig to slaughter
Your breath lingers, surrounds itself near me,
                                 It smells disgustingly toxic like lust, like sex.
I simply want you to understand that I know
                                 You are a coward, everything that happens to you, you deserve it.
We are arranged to seen together,
                                 Yet you prickle my innocence            away, it runs, stops, vanishes.
The approval you have is like noxious honey climbing up your ego,
                                 The black, venomous, possessive honey you shove down my throat,
                                   it appeases you, never me.
It applauds your growing arrogance,
                                The one that I will gut away from you
You understand you have "power" over me
Though I am the one ahead, prepared, analysing how to strike, for your  insides to explode.
You say that you love me for who I am,
                                You do not know me, I'm the foxglove growing near you, poisoning you.
I only love you for getting me away,
                            Away from that house that chained me, clung to me, wanting to wring me dry,
I need to reclaim myself, branch out into nature who lulls me into her,
                            I do not regret my actions to you. For I am free,
Now I am elated to be in the atmosphere I surround myself.