I Was Never Yours To Keep (Sassy Savage Queen) Poem by WIN VENTURA

I was the sun in your cloudy day,
You wore shades — now live in grey.
Came to sip from my golden glow,
But darling, I'm lava — not just show.

You called me too loud, too bold, too free,
But I was art, not made for mediocrity.
You wanted soft — but only to smother,
I was thunderstorm, not your baby mother.

You took my kindness, spilled your mess,
Turned my warmth into your therapist desk.
Now you watch, like a ghost on my page,
While I strut through life, stage by stage.

So here's to the exes, the fakes, the flakes,
The ones who trembled when a real one shakes.
I rise in heels, with fire in my wake,
No crumbs for cowards — only cake. 😘🍰