Never In Spring ✓

fifteenth: your condescending assessments

I'm sorry I ruined your life. Caring for me surely harmed your ego

But truth never mauls an honest heart, does it?

You're so understanding. You'll always be there, one day. 

I know, I know.

Feed my mind with more of yourself,

Take up every wretched inch of this cracked little heart

Keep it in your hands. Shove me into your tiny singing bird box

For only then will you be comfortable.

Free reign, isn't it? 

That breath of fresh air, once you've caught me in your chains,

Safe and sound, as the sky breaks free above my head?

I apologise that I couldn't pass distinction.

But I never wanted to measure to your readings

Or your condescending assessments of me.

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