wish granted?

I don’t get it. I
thought that this
is what you wanted:
for me to stop
pestering you
with my unwanted
affections.

yet now that I’m
over you, you’re sulking
like a little boy from whom candy
was taken away, candy
that he claimed he
didn’t want to begin with.

dude. make up your mind,
already. do you even know
how hard it was
to make myself stop
being in love with you?
it took everything I had.
if you don’t mean it, don’t
tease me. I’m not your
weathervane. don’t blow
in my direction and expect me
to twist. been there, done that,
made me miserable.

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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