Disenthralled.

She lay in his arms,
Disenthralled from the ghosts of the past,
When her mascara had stained those sheets
And silent sobs had screamed.

Her catalyst to liberation lay right beside her,
He'd walked in,
But not swept her off her feet,
That man, let her ameliorate.
Rather than gloat in her miseries.

Her nights were flawless,
His days had a bounce
Those boulevard of broken dreams
Had been washed out.

Gawking at the pillars of life;
Life full of experience,
From her land of surreal realities.
She reminisced the time they'd met
And assassinated every foul fragment of memory.

She'd caved herself too long,
Bemoaning the end of that journey.
But gone were those days and nights
'cause my dear,
He hadn't rescued her,
She had rescued herself,
Caving her path to love and victory.