I miss being your Dom.
Specifically, I miss being your daddy.
Once upon a time I wished to collar you.
Now you wear one for someone else.Why did I never collar you?
Because your identities were changing.
Rather than force you into something,
I wanted you to want it yourself.My priority was for you to heal,
But now six has become seven.
All because I cared too much,
And you cared too little.I see your new collar,
And I hate it.
One in that style,
You hated once too.I am no longer your dominant,
I'll never hear you call me daddy again.
That guy gets to hear it all he wants,
But that's because you're his now.I understand that things change.
You probably like your new collar.
And certainly your new Dom.
I just wish it were me like it used to be.
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The Wolves Howling In My Head
PoetryCollection of poems and small writings for when I'm feeling down. Warning: depressing themes ahead