Control Of Me - Poem by Desiree Whitamore
Remember telling me you lied about it all?
You saw me crying, you thought I’d want to fall.
Your hand drapes over mine. I push you away.
There’s nothing you can do, even to this day:
Maybe you love me, sure I don’t doubt that
But it hurts just to know that you are all I have.
Cuz I’d rather be alone, then be with you
And I’d rather cry all day then know the truth.
Do you understand me? Are you getting this?
I’d wave goodbye, but my fists are clenched.
Our hearts are not one, and I don’t think you see
That you are finally not in control of me
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