To finally give in
to slip back into that territory
the territory I used to know so well
that used to radiate comfort

Now unknown
like the back of someone else's hand
it's eerie, the way the halls echo
radiating feelings of discomfort

Teetering between yes and no
deciding yes, for my benefit only
wishing I had been level-headed
the correct choice was no

It hurts, the feeling of familiarity
that feeling being no more
rejected by not one, but two
it died a long time ago

What am I expecting?
To be welcomed with open arms?
To be forgiven and washed clean?
Why am I re-opening barely healed wounds?

Hopefully, it isn't comfortable
Neither you nor me can handle that
we met at the worst time possible
familiarity with you is not what I need anymore