"Dance, Monkey! Dance!"

In retrospect, it seems like that's what you were saying to me.
I remember now, thank you.

I remember thinking I had to please you. That just for the asking, randomly, you could ask me to please you and sate your every desire.

You who came to me, wanting me to do my Dom trick or my Dom show or whatever it was that you thought I was and that I did.

You came to me, yet you told me that I couldn't, wasn't, didn't.

I thought I could try harder. Then I could. Or you could, or whatever the fuck you thought was supposed to happen.

I remember now.

And I know now why I burned out.

Here is my treasure: you gave me boundaries.