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.