She leaned on her elbows.
Looking at me intently.
Biting her lip.
She was quiet.
Until.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"What?"
I asked her.
Cause I didn't know the reason.
Why she looked at me like that.
"It seems in this world
There are chains,
And there a doormats."
And here she was.
Lecturing me.
About another of her "philosophies".
They were always intriguing.
"A person can either keep
You chained down
To them,
Or they can walk
All over
You."
I thought about the things.
Some people say.
About me.
Player.
Heartbreaker.
Asshole.
But I could never.
Reciprocate.
Retaliate.
"Which one are you?"
Doormat.
And that's.
The truth.
