Now that my eyes are open,

I was actually hoping,

We could discuss my token,

Which seems to be broken,

Since my mind you’ve now opened.

I was so caught up on ego stroking,

Only hoping,

No more moping,

From past promises broken,

& I’m so sorry,

I broke it .

The pretty Jasmine you grew in your mind.

Now the honest truth of me,

Some scents you now know,

That every petal on this flower that glitters ain’t gold.

We both ignored the signs,

Began to consume too much of my time,

From me trying to identify,

A non emotional cocky reply.

When I try to deny how high,

I fly,

Because I wanted to shelter the part of your ego,

Which fueled “That Guy”.

However,

I should’ve figured,

When his figures weren’t prioritized,

Blindly I heard the truth,

The whispers,

Their lips loose,

How dare he not notice the masterpiece I was becoming to be?

It’s because he wanted to lock me down,

So I quickly broke free.