He makes me feel uncomfortable
He's slowly crouching into my boundaries
With pick up lines beyond insufferable
Yet not picking up on my blatant unease
He's coming onto me
Like an intentional hit and run
So off-target it felt like a conspiracy
Unnervingly annoying and unwelcome
I said no thank you, once, twice, thrice
Letting him down and wanting to be nice
And the deluded charm turns to spite
Venom foaming at the mouth, ready for a fight
A casual rejection goes unnoticed
As this factual objection becomes the psychosis
Because 'no' is translated to 'try harder'
And 'no' twice just spells out a pathetic disaster
'No' three times...and then is revealed the monster
Unable to fathom the dissidence of feelings
Unwilling to dignify the negative response with honour
Switching gears to now action provocative dealings
An insult here and there
A snide remark launched without a care
Spreading dark rumours to hungry ears
Lapping it all up, slathering those smears
So saying 'no' is not an absolute choice
It drags behind it echoes of the spiteful's voice
Turns you into a wanton fool
Turned crazy for keeping her cool
And those standing next to the ****-shamer
Are mainly those sharing my own gender
Happily bringing down theirs sisters in arms
Approving the consequence of a choice to be self-harm
i put my heart on my sleeve
then you came along
and set my sleeve on fire
I heard the wind rustle the trees,
Yet I saw but stillness in the leaves
I heard the songs of little birds,
But saw no feathers amongst the green
The ground was laid with footprints of fellow men
But I followed in circles,
And I found no one to take these steps
The ponds rippled with no fish,
The grass croaked with no throats
Then when I left the lonely living woods,
I found a wall with no end
Too tall to be climbed,
Too strong to be broken
I walked the wall for half an eternity,
I walked each trail and path for another
I found no start or finish
No one and nothing
It was me,
and I was it.
I don't know what boundaries are
And where they lie
Between a friend and a lover
And to colleagues, I'm shy
Do I tell you deep things
That mean a lot to me?
Or should I save my depth
For those that truly see me?
do I need to explain
My entire life
Behind abstract eyes?
Intimacy is needed
In life to survive,
But what lines do I cross?
Which depth do I dive?
My emotions are deep
Can you empathise?
Would it hurt you as I explain
And make myself cry?
Is it worth it today?
Should I just stay shallow?
Talk about the TV
or something more mellow?
I just don't know when to go
I don't know where to crop
Images in my mind
And thoughts are just non-stop
I can't tell you everything
noone could understand
and I should reserve some depth
For myself, please understand
I need to learn and create
My own safe space
And respect all my boundaries
Make you reciprocate
I had to put boundaries
when it came to you
to avoid being myself completely,
because for you I was
I was either “too much”
or “too less” in your eyes.
It felt like I was confining
my ocean in your river.
I was too happy, too hopeful, too sad, too giving, too kind, too Sensitive. For I was too much of everything that made me, me and was made to believe to put boundaries where there should’ve been none
My soul felt you immediately
and my heart quickly responded
All I want is to open my eyes
and see you next to me
To feel your warm embrace
I realize now no distance is too far
and closeness is not about proximity
Our connection knows no boundaries
I will wait for you through seasons
and love you across countries
Even if you were planets away
You are still my sun
We, at various points in life,
draw a line
in the sand.
Marking where we've been,
where we stopped
to never venture forward.
Winds bring change no lines
can withstand. And we draw
them again in defiance.
We eke meaning from this sand
that would otherwise
mean nothing to us. Imparting
our own ideologies
onto an unresponsive medium
as a testament
to ourselves. Our independence.
The sand is most susceptible to change,
by the sea, our feet,
Still, we draw our lines anyway.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. :)
Time to play a game
It is called life
The rules can be
Whatever you like
Be who you want
Do what you shall
Go where you can
And learn what they tell
Go beyond the horizon
Get out of your home
Feel the excitement
Tremble your bones
There is no such thing as boundaries, you can do what ever you like, there is always a loop hole.