How Dare You Poem by Liz Dyer

How dare you call me your wife
But never planned on marrying me?
Constantly painting
And encouraging the idea of a future
Constantly extracting
Small parts of you to me
I can't really say it was wasted time
Because you wore your colors proudly
And my young, dumb heart
Pushed for your love and attention sadly
Hoping and trying to prove myself badly
Knowing whether I stay or go
You would keep doing you gladly

But how dare you hang my heart like that?
Am I not good enough because we grew from two sides?
In same place, but living two lies
Lack of communication due to two prides
Been crying alone about a few times
If you didn't want me, why even go forward?
Now that I'm jotting this down, I'm thinking
What are we even going towards?