Sitting there, with baited hook,
hoping I will take your bait,
good wife that I am,
and save you from your feelings.
Trying again,
as the victim,
Begging me to take your bait
as I was the one who made you use it in the first place.
And last,
raging now,
yelling that this the only bait I will ever get,
and I have to take it.
I am sorry,
my dear ex husband,
but,
no thanks.
Though it has been a long
fifteen years,
I am proud to say that
your bait no longer
works on me.
raging at anyone who will cross tour path,
unchained 