"Because I love you, you need to stop talking your friends."

"Because I love you, I should be your only worry."

"Becasue I love you, you have to let me touch you."

"Because I love you, it wasn't rape."

"Because I love you, I can tell you what not to do."

I hear these sentences and words and letters 

and they appear as flashing cars inside my own head 

without escape to another boulevard

I'm tied without a word to the world 

Because the prisoner might be the one behind bars 

but his words are what keep me from walking

But what if I fight the everlasting force of regret and despair

and I am free from the restraint?

What if the prisoner finds the keys to the puzzle of the locks 

inside her own head?

What if the prisoner finds the true meaning of enough is enough

and free is free

and i am me?

What if the prisoner is no longer it?

Now, the only sentences and words and letters dancing,

celebrating, throwing a festival of explosive happiness in my mind are:

"Because I love you, I will take you home safely."

"Because I love you, you can take my jacket if you're cold."

"Because I love you, I will leave you to rest so you can feel better tomorrow."

"Because I love you, I want to know how you're feeling."

"Because I love you, I want to listen to you and help you be okay."

"Because I love you, your feelings matter to me."

"Because I love you, it's okay if you don't want to." 

"Because I love you, I just want you to be happy."