💥 Slurred Promises & Second Chances

💥 Slurred Promises & Second Chances
(For the Somerset Man)

For the ones who arrive broken, and expect you to carry the pieces while they blame you for the mess. I liked him. I really did. But this is what happens when hope meets havoc, and I choose myself instead.
— MissT


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You came in like calm —
Soft voice, green flags,
A whisper of hope in a season of ruins.
And I, brave fool that I am,
Opened the gates I'd welded shut with fire.

But you were chaos
Dressed in conversation.
Four-hour calls soaked in cider,
Truths that slurred, then bit,
And I listened — hoping you’d be different.

You called me a man-hater
Because I saw through the storm,
Because I refused to mother your misery,
Because I asked for peace,
And you mistook it for weakness.

You accused, deflected,
Told stories of exes and drugs,
Of throwing furniture when your father died —
Like grief gave you permission
To leave me trembling at the edges of your storm.

And still —
I tried to offer kindness,
To believe the broken boy inside you
Might grow into a man beside me.

But I’ve danced with madness before.
I know how it drinks.
I know how it turns love into weapon
And calls it care.

So no —
I won’t be your rehab,
Your rebound,
Your one-woman audience
For the unraveling you refuse to own.

I’m not your calm between binges.
I’m not your saviour in stilettos.
I am the door you should have never kicked at,
Because now it’s closed.

And locked.

And I have the key.


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💬 Outro:

I don’t hate him.
But I won’t carry him.
And I won’t rewrite myself to fit someone else's chaos again.
Soft doesn’t mean stupid.
Kind doesn’t mean compliant.
And this time?
I choose me.

— MissT