There were two levers.
You made your decision,
And pulled it.

Thought yourself so clever,
To offer then retract provisions,
Playing the hero and victim; you were so full of shit.

There were two lovers
You cheated on one with the other,
Then throw temper tantrums claiming my clear vision is superstition.
But it isn’t ethical polyamory if your partner says, “No,”
Then you proceed to off and go,
Do exactly the opposite of what was promised,
Assuming I would read your mind…