You said it like a joke
But your voice had edges
Something so small
Became my lightning rod
I should have know when
You gently advised against it
That your eyes would harden
As if it was another betrayal.

As if,
You hated that I chose her.
As if,
You hated that I chose something for me.
As if….
You hated me.

I guess it was the
Unspoken proof that
I knew how to decide for myself.

She sleeps on my pillow now
And doesn’t ask for permission, either.