Youβre 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 themselvesβ¦
That youβre 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, youβll feel special
But eventually, youβll 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, youβre 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, youβve passed up
Oh, youβll 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 youβre cracked open and bleeding
And you really freaking need him
And if youβre 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 letβs see
