I Do
by Jonas Hyde

‘I do’ was the lie you promised me,
our garden poisoned by your nefarious deeds
the flowers of our passion,
wilted by the suffocating weeds of your sin.

The long walk to freedom,
starts with but a moment,
a decision,
a realization of truth.

I exit the prison you trapped me in,
a better man.

The cold stone of these walls hold more comfort,
than the thought of your embrace.

God had pardoned my sentence,
voided the contract which shackled me to your hell.

Do I love,
do I hate,
do I lust,
do I detest?

I do