Its 10:45 on a Sunday morning and you're pushing on my bedroom door trying to get in,
I can't feel my hands,
I can barely breathe,
But I'm pushing back with my whole body,
Screaming "you're not respecting my boundaries you're not respecting my boundaries" over and over but you don't back down right away,
You sound terrifying on the other side of this cracked door,
All that's between us is this cracked door,
I'm screaming and crying and we both know I'm not ok,
Everyone knows it,
What they don't know is how this all started,
It wasn't 10:45 yet,
It was 10:15,
I came down in the kitchen and grabbed a peach,
I didn't offer you one.
Xx faith.
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Mindless Rhymes
PoetryJust some poems I write up throughout the day. hope you enjoy All these poems are completely my creation so any sharing of my work needs to be credited. Thank you!
