You were your own knight in shining armor

You planted your own garden and let it bloom

And now you’re thriving

The armor is gleaming

The garden would make the Greek goddess Demeter jealous

The only bad thing about this is that he sees this too

He sees you’re shiny again and he will do anything to weasel his way back in

Take note that when he thought you were a broken toy, he was no-where in sight

But now that he sees you well again he wants back in

Not to make amends but for selfish reasons

To emotionally anchor himself back to you, to damage the greatness you’ve achieved

But the sad puppy act is a trap

Please see that you were never simply a broken toy, you were so much more.

You are the fancy toy store in New York City

Gleaming and glowing, prospering in every way

You’re not a toy. You’re the toy store. And he isn’t allowed in.

You planted your own flowers in your soul and mind

You’ve proven that you don’t need someone to do it for you

His innocent sad puppy act should not be dealt with passively

The puppy will piss and s*** in the toy store then leave once it does its business

This boy is no puppy, he is a dog with a secret self-agenda

Do not stick around to find out what that is

I urge you to put up the sign and make it clear,

No dogs allowed.