I want to be spoiled.

Want him to live for only me,

I want doors held open,

I want to be the lover in his dreams.

I want him to keep his promise,

that I would be sheltered and protected,

But I shiver in the night,

Left, rejected, neglected.

Was it too much to ask,

that he be here by my side,

that he hold me, spoil me

and treat me as his bride.

It was all a lie

the vows we once said

Flowery words, a made up church,

white dress, all pretend.

The honeymoon was over,

before it’d even begun,

The fairy tale, the fable,

Our story unspun.

Too late to go back,

Past no return,

Regret, relent,

Lesson learned.


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