Sometimes it is fine to be supine
But it starts to feel flat when
you become a door mat.
Bending and bowing,
Swooping and swaying,
Never really saying what you are
thinking,
Only remain unblinkingly
subservient to their every whim.
Convinced they will one day change
But they never do.
They never learn.
You don’t want to burn any bridges
but you yearn for compromise.
An equal pairing, a bit of
sharing, something to show there is mutual caring,
Not scaring you into a
friendship with the threat it may end.
Just simply be reciprocal, be a
friend.
Maybe they never were or maybe
they were never what you expected them to be?
Who is to blame: the one who
commits the act or the one that condones it?
All I know, is you’ve out-grown
it.
Stick or twist.
I say twist.
You can always deal again.
Or use another deck.
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