He could be hot and cold
& Even though he wasn’t that old
He knew how to abuse his authority
He expected me to do everything
He told me
That was the first red flag
I shouldn’t have ignored it
He promised to do so many things
But never really coming through for me
Obsessed with my physical
Then he got real physical
The situation was critical
Now I know he feels so pitiful
Watching my life bloom so beautiful
But it took for him to
Try to rip off all of my petals
Wearing them as chains
Like his ego gold metal
He thought I would settle
SO I threw rose petals
On his grave
As I am no longer enslaved
To his Narcissistic mind game.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 