The Last Thing He Ever Said Was ‘Please’
- Jul 27, 2025
- 1 min read
he watched me walk away
like the world owed him
one last look
like I might turn around
and apologize
for being unforgettable.
his knees kissed concrete
while mine
were still silk-wrapped and high-heeled,
still wet from the worship
he only offered
when it was too late to matter.
he said please
like it was a spell
but I don’t answer
to men who call
only when they’re beneath me.
I gave him
everything soft
until I snapped—
and now,
I only give
lessons.
I warned him
that my silence
wasn’t mercy.
It was the edge
of a blade he couldn’t see coming.
he called it love
but only when I was
on my knees.
he never called it that
when I was calling back
the pieces of myself
he thought he’d buried.
he said please
like a boy
who finally realized
his prayers
were being answered
by the goddess
he tried to burn.
xoxo, S
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