before you
he told me i was the bestand that he'll never find better
he wanted me to be his lasthe wanted me all to himselfi thought it was romantic
i felt wanted, needed, important
buthe was being possessiveobsessive selfish
i didn't know
or
i didn't want to face it
soaking in his honey-likesweet sayings
how he'd whisper into my ear all the timelike a sweet lullabycooing me to staywhen all i wantedwas to go
