Your Highness



~~~

With every retort of how I fell short

Came the tears from sad brown eyes

How was I to know, that the tears that flow

Were just a river of liquid lies

~~~

You were quick with the blame, good at the game

Taught me to question who I was

You had to be right, had to win every fight

Compromise not what a princess does

~~~

You sat on your throne, unhappy alone

Plied your womanly wiles to find the man

Who would kneel at your feet, take a back seat

Silent partner to every plan

~~~

And what you called love, sitting high above

Were just small crumbs for a jestered fool

This was the pay for giving away

Any thoughts of sharing your rule

~~~

I cannot say you are not a Queen in some ways

But the regal ego is quite a sting

And how hard you tried to stifle my pride

But I have always known, I am a King

~~~



Comments
17 Responses to “Your Highness”
  1. beth says:

    sometimes it takes a long time to see and believe – well said

  2. I have fought – and will continue to fight – against anyone who treats you like less than all of the wonderfulness you are!

  3. petespringerauthor says:

    Sounds like a lot of toxicity out of your life. You’re better off without all that, Brad.

  4. Jim Borden says:

    I love how you turned the tables with the last line!

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Wow that packed a bunch. Ouch perhaps you found a rare beauty that had no real love, empathy or kindness. Well written Brad. Gotta love this piece. You are better off without this person.
    Love ❤️ and warm hugs from Jonikins

  6. kristianw84 says:

    I love that ending! Damn right, you’re a king, and deserve to be treated as such!

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