I said I was done;
I told you off
and let you go.
But sorrow overtook me,
and I caved to your voice.
There in the silence,
I responded
although I knew better.
You will keep
stepping on my toes
until I tell you otherwise.
You will control me
because you know
I crave your compliments.
I read in
that word bubble-
"beautiful as always".
And I was yours
all over again.