Who are you?

The one who put your hands on me

Moved like silk

turned my stone into butter?

The one who gave me a thrill

a tiny little spot of happy

when I knew I would see you soon?

 

Who did you think you were to me?

Some giant of the heart

Some Santa Claus?

 

You gave me a spark

Stoked it slowly

then walked away

never looking back.

 

I didn’t deserve that.

 

 

Who are you?

The one who talked with me?

Spoke of ideas

turned my beginnings into worlds?

The one who made me breathless

a miniscule pause

when I knew we would chat all night?

 

Who did you think you were to me?

My tutor of the mind

My Pygmalion?

 

You gave me a flower

Waved it under my nose

then crushed it underfoot

with a smile on your face.

 

I didn’t deserve that.

 

Who are you?

The one who rescued me?

Pulled me from the morass

turned my poverty into middle class?

The one who paid for my life

infusions of money

when I knew there was no bottom?

 

Who did you think you were to me?

A sugar daddy

A Howard Hughes?

 

You gave me a home

Pushed me inside

then trashed every belief I held

while protesting your love.

 

I surely didn’t deserve that.

 

I know who I am, I know what I am worth

Much more than you ever knew

I know I didn’t deserve those slights

But you, all of you, don’t know anything

Because if you knew, you wouldn’t have thought it so grand

and you would have come back for more

 

So here we are; I know my worth yet you don’t know anything

I’ve been slighted

and you’ve disappeared.

 

Stay gone.