I was just trying to be what you wanted

This veil you covered me in

To try to set that expectation over who I was to disguise myself as

You took your calloused hands and modeled me

As if I was clay and my mind was the kiln

I wasn’t enough as I was

You wanted a specific woman

Not stubborn, or combative

But perfect listener who obeyed you and liked it

I swallow the acid you put into my heart

The second you first called me gorgeous

Love bombing at its finest

And when I realized

Was when you mishandled your last play