You’re not like the others
And you so desperately want to believe
Nothing is turning that tide
He should save you from yourself
The way you save others from themselves…
That you’re heart is not available
He wants you fawning over him
You will believe the fantasy
You will give yourself over
With your submissive heart
And for a while, it will feel good
For a while, you’ll feel special
But eventually, you’ll want more
More than mere breadcrumbs
Licked off the floor like a feral cat
Deny it all you want… for now
Wanting more is not weakness
But you will have to peel yourself
And your broken heart off the floor
And by then, you’re an addict
To those stingy, measly crumbs
Those five, ten, fifteen words a day
Sometimes, long periods of nothing
Where you go out of your mind
Overthinking; self-doubting
And by then, you’ve passed up
Oh, you’ll go back and forth
The giving and the taking
The approach and the retreat
The big wins and the sad defeats
The highest highs and the lowest lows
When you’re cracked open and bleeding
And you really freaking need him
And if you’re honest with yourself
Really honest with yourself
Because you wanted to be his
And you will pay the price
He never promised you a rose garden
He never promised more than let’s see
