you came over
when you wanted.

you got
what you came for.

you left
when you wanted to.

and you tell me
you felt trapped?

please.

the only thing trapping
you
was that i wasn’t going to
pay for your pleasures,
finance
your life.

i’ve got my
own life
to pay for, a hell
of an installment
plan, between
god and me.

so go away
and figure out
how to pay down
the principal on
your own
damn mistakes.

when a man gets angry
because a woman
won’t give him
money
he says
“trapped.”

fuck that.

i’ll pay my own way
and you can
mourn
the chance you had
to buy some
quality.