Were the white knight,
The and not my,
You were never mine to call my own and you
Never will be.
I guess I fell in love with a
Benefactor of equality, mistaking kindness
For partiality. Is it, however,
My fault to look for your face within crowds
When all you did was sweep me off my feet
And leave me hanging?
Before leaving me on this ledge
Away from danger
You never stopped to consider,
Before letting my hand go, you
Should have taught me to stand on my own.
And you never stopped to consider that
By saving me from a small peril,
You effectively led me into a greater evil
In the form of