Dysfunctional Dance

DYSF

Dance, dance, all you want
I'm changing the tune, my stomach is in knots.
I'm free of relating to you this way
I was really was on the very first day.
I should of trusted my gut
but I gave a lot of buts…
But o.k. I will rationalize
that I can put myself last or on the side…
Not thinking twice or thinking it through
Feel like I should be guilty when it was really you.
Trying to be nice, me not making a fuss
you played your games and lost my trust.
I should of wrote the note early on
got it on the table so you would be gone.
Now there is not much you can do
except be accountable for your untruth.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 26,2012

poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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