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Promise Me
A Poem
oh, you thought you knew best
when you sent the flowers
oh, you always thought your opinion
was number one, front and center
it was as if you thought yourself
a monolith of a man
and i grew tired of the games,
the ego trips, and the sleepless nights
what if i could sparkle on my own?
did you ever think of that?
but no, you acted like the trophy
at every lame dinner party
and i sat in all the corners
to make friends with shadows
oh, it was heaven when you loved me
before i knew the real you behind the mask
oh, it was hell to see your affection
turn to something like distaste
what if i hadn’t given you full rein?
would i be right where i am now?
but no, you thought your way was right,
and there was no room for me there
and if i had one last request, i’d say,
“promise me you’ll treat the next one better”
