How dare you? How dare you have the audacity to treat me like I need you? Like I am the one who came to you, hand open and heart hoping. Because if I remember correctly, I was doing just fine. In three months time I've let you in. We've exposed to each other things almost nobody else knows. Our relationship is based on the fact that we're different and have certain needs and requirements that can't be filled by anybody else. I'm not a very picky woman, but I have acquired tastes and honey you fit the bill. When I made a list of the things I liked about you, I couldn't believe how many things I liked. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt. I also couldn't believe how quickly you got comfortable. How quickly you made me feel like I owed you something. By now you should know that I don't play that. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Do not confuse liking you and needing you. Please do not misinterpret "Have a good day" as "I can't live without you." I learned to value myself enough to not place your happiness above my own. Too often I gave 110% and got nothing back in return. Too often my care is taken for granted. This care that I give is a vitality because when I cut you off, you will soon feel how cold my shoulders can really get.
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Chutes and Ladders: Vol. 1
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry over the past year. It's a very intimate thing for me to share; every word has a back story. I hope you enjoy
