secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)

stroke

i learnt not to stroke your ego because i know
that's what you like,
that's what you want

you love manipulating me,
that's your power

you call yourself the
"boss"

it's your world,
and no one survives your hell

you gain pleasure from it,
something that sex gives

you're that man,
to you that only gives comfort too

seems like drugs isn't enough,
you loved being

loved

you never loved anyone in your life

because it's all about you right?

you want me
you want me

to stroke your ego

beg for it
die for it

but that's not something i am going to do

you're gonna die,
because i am gone

and i am not coming back

i am not wrapped around your finger

you're gonna stroke my ego,

it's my turn now