He Told Me What To Think

He told me what to think. I thought he was kidding Threw back my head and laughed Not realizing he did not joke He gave me a list of rules I tore them up and danced in them Spinning them into the air with my sandals Smiling at my confidence Unaware he was fading away Unconcerned about it also He gave me one last chance I could not stop laughing Thinking he was joking He began to pout, but I did not see it I was too busy living to notice His mother came by and gave me a stern warning She was part of his unconventional weird plot to woo me I spun out of their reach quickly, running away with my dogs, Never caring to see either of them again Loving my truth, enjoying my "me" self. Ignoring not only his pouting attitude, but Disregarding him with little effort Annoyed by his rules and his insane ways of trying to make me less.