Danita Michelle Allen Poet Free verse

It's Not About Me

He was Wrong...
As wrong as  
he could ever be.
He was under 
the impression that...
In his words 
"not everything is about me".
I disagreed... 
&
He got mad...
Mad when 
I stopped asking him, 
showing him, 
and demanding 
that he love me, 
the way that I needed 
to be loved.
&
He got mad...
Mad when I sought 
the love I needed, 
from me, 
through me,  
for me.  
&
He got mad...
Mad when, 
I decided 
that his meager offerings, 
were incomparable... 
to what I could offer myself. 
Frustration made him lash out.  
The same Frustration 
made me hold myself tighter, 
like I needed to be held... 
Teaching me again, 
something else 
that I can do for myself. 
&
He got mad...
But, you know what I got?
I got glad.
Glad that it wasn't 
too late for escape. 
Glad he made me see...
It could never be about us.
But it's still about me...
&
He got mad...
Because I figured out
that I needed me
More than I needed him.
So I said, 
"You know what?  
Stay mad."
&
I'm glad.

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