I Don’t Owe You Anything

I told you the day you offered your space;
My place was the couch.
No, no you insisted I slept on the spare bed;
Not to dread, you were emotionally detached too.
What that meant for me was not what it meant for you.
You see, for me, that meant safety.
It meant a place I could be. Just be. Simply.
Boundaries were set, yet, not clear enough.
My head, not sure enough, of myself.
Lo and behold, you stole my dream and painted in black.
Cast a safety net…
Over my head and now I cannot breath;
But I cannot see a better way out of here.
Your voices justify my terrible sense to deny you.
Terrible, they say, when all I want is to walk away.
Without giving you a damn thing;
Because I let down my walls,
Only to be ashamed.

xoxox, the fallen goddess

Illustration by Nikki Valencia aka SoulBunni

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