I look back.
Every time.
I see.
It’s unfolding.

Every time damn time.
I trusted you.
Loved you.

But I see now.
Instead of standing by me.
Instead of wanting me to win.
Wanting me to shine.

You told me to fold.
Edged me to fold.
Cuddled me to fold.
And now that I know.

I can’t live.
With someone who wants me to fold.