Red Stories 8 - Open spaces

I'm fine now
Looking all around
Victim of no one
Not your wild horse to tame
I am the trees I breathe now
The ocean I swim

I am the open space I was looking for all along
I admit I did not know myself then
That didn't mean I needed you to teach me me
I needed a friend
A lover in the truest sense of the word
Someone to give me the time and space I needed to give my own self me

Time and space were never in your box to give
It was unfair of me to even expect
I confess my memory has not been kind to you over the years

I'm fine now
No longer need to blame you now
You only showed up as you
It wasn't your fault
I wasn't ready to give you me