Free on the Fourth of July,
fireworks are so silent in comparison to my screaming sobs,
as the tether is cut,
never to be connected again,
and I worry that my heart will forget to beat without you there to remind her.
I was free,
but I didn’t feel like it,
because my bed was empty,
my head was full of questions about what I would do,
with nobody to belong to,
so for a while,
I tried to belong to somebody else,
but it fell apart,
because I was too broken to hold it together,
so the summer came and went,
and I spent most of winter whining and pining for a new face that I’d convinced myself I was in love with.
It wasn’t until July approached again,
and I felt fireworks close to my skin,
that I realised I was meant to be free
I can survive the rest of the summer,
and whatever comes after.