“This Is Your Warning”

By MissT

by MissT, Mistress of Boundaries and Bullshit Detectors

Let me be crystal:
I’m not here to compete with a cat
or play second fiddle
to a woman you “don’t shag anymore”
but still drink wine with.

I’ve been the nurse, the nanny, the emotional crutch,
and I’m done babysitting grown men
with mummy issues
and a spare toothbrush at their ex’s.

I don’t need promises wrapped in politeness.
I need presence.
Purpose.
A man who knows what the hell he wants
and doesn’t text from borrowed beds.

So listen closely, darling:
You don’t get to sample my fire
while still stoking old embers.

This isn’t a triangle.
This isn’t an audition.
This is me, choosing not to fold
just because you haven’t figured out
how to stand up straight.

Impress me
or excuse yourself.
Because I don’t wait in line
behind ghosts and cheap Pinot.