Don't think this is the same you as before.
this ones still fresh,
this one was a lot more.
now let's refresh,
all the things in this mess.
we set boundaries,
like anyone would.
and i had mine,
you had yours.
the issue with boundaries in your mind was that,
there were made to be broken.
sure, they could be broken when ready,
but not the day after we made them.
you touched me where i said i did not want to be touched.
i had to stop you,
twice.
you can't do that to someone,
and expect,
for them to think of you as « the one ».
im not doing this out of disrespect.
you think,
that i,
can't sink?
im sinking,
while you're thinking,
why im not talking, laughing, looking,
at you.
i can't stand those memories.
they're wounds i never noticed,
till i reflected,
and realized,
my pleas,
were gone in the breeze.
