This poem is very honest. I like how you put the worst element of a relationship as the main point - slavery. When you feel like you can't breathe because you have no self- that's not love is it? I know how you feel.
I was dreaming of perfection
In a world full of questions
I felt reality had vanished
And my eyes went blind
Like in a dark room
I only trusted my heart
Now passion’s dissapeared
~peace~
