My sickness for the bad boy has progressed to a dis-ease. I went from feeling protected and safe to afraid and stifled.
I went from cooking meals and catering to slave and whore.
I didn’t know that it would progress to communism.
I gave you what you deserved but you felt entitled.
You make a drug addiction saccharine worthy when your kisses are the only detox.
Your pipe game left me mutilated.
I put up the white flag.
You have conquered and I have let go.