High Demands

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I bet you tell your old lovers why they should blame me.

I bet you forget to mention that we once existed.

But I was there, making a “yes” out of your “maybe”.

I was there because you chased, begged, and insisted.

And I wish your darlings could learn that I had no clue

When I promised to comply with your high demands.

I bet you call me the poison that turned you dark blue,

But it was you who let go off my trembling hand.

-Jackie