themes: power, control, manipulation
every step you took towards me
i was seven steps ahead of you
i'll sleep with one eye open
and catch you when your back is turned
take the shot of whiskey you pour
i'll do anything you dare me to
don't take a single step closer
you don't know what i'd dare to do
i'll take the reins away from you
you were never in control anyway
i bet you thought i played your game
i'll admit it was my game all along
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left