A Lesson To Learn
Not Taking It Anymore
What right do you have
To keep walking out,
Now you'll understand why
I don't talk, I shout.
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You leave the room
While I'm trying to talk,
I've only to ask a question
And you'll get up and walk.
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Then you'll spend hours
Pretending I'm not there,
And when you come and say sorry
I'm expected to care.
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That's what all our fights are like
And you've gotten away with it before,
But now you've got a lesson to learn
Because I'm not taking it anymore.
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You've walked out on me
For the last time,
When you do say you're sorry
I'm not going to be kind.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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