Ultimatum

Swirling chaos
A shaking hand
A pleading voice
.
The ultimatum stood
Neither of us believed
It could be made if stone
.
So you told me to do it
You told me to stand with my threats
You told me to leave
.
It was then that the swirling chaos
Focused on me alone and shattered my heart
Then moved on to solidify the deal
.
The shaking hands always stayed
But I didn’t
And you let me

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