I am not your lesson.

I am not your lesson.

I am NOT your damn lesson.

Not your healing ground.

Not your test-run.

Not the woman you break

on the way to becoming a better man for someone else.

You don’t get to leave rubble

and call it growth.

You don’t get to say “thank you”

for the wounds you gave me

and pretend that’s closure.

I was the whole class

and you never even showed up.