This is not a warning this is a promise That I will take the dumb shit you've done to me to my grave Do you think I want people knowing? No sir, not if I can avoid it Because I'm tired of codependency, restraining orders, trying to keep the peace cradling fragile fucking egos in the back of my throat I'm tired of fielding comments like "Damn, you drove him crazy." Because I didn't and I resent the implication that grown men lose the ability to control themselves around me Don't you ever get tired of pretending you can't help it or at least, you didn't mean to hurt me when you know I know I know your kind I was born a chip off this same block Generations of lies and secrets and no business in existence, and yet here we are Here I am, pale skin, grey eyes a mistake in my mouth mistakes in my DNA This is not a warning this is a promise that nothing inside of me is scared or sacred