MANIPULATIVE
Manipulative, that’s what you are.
You said jump and I was already jumping, jumping on the thought that you are toxic to me.
You came home drunk and high while I sat there high on an imitation of love.
You were artful with your words and I banged my head all day thinking it was me.
As I clean up your mess I ponder this is not what I wanted, this must be a misprint of my blueprint.
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