Who were you to doubt my choice?
Wasn’t it you who shut out my voice?
“You could do better” you said just after three.
They are better,
But you were too drunk or high to see.
You broke my heart.
They mended and mended until
They had grown me a new heart too big for you to fill.
We could’ve been special.
We could’ve lasted till my last breath.
Instead you chose to leave
And lost my need for your consent.