Boundaries
I drew my line in the sand.
“Don’t cross it,” I told you.
You didn’t listen, so I tried to tell you again.
In different ways.
“This is my personal space, and I don’t want you in it.”
“You’re using up too much of my air and I’m finding it difficult to breathe.”
“I won’t allow you to swallow me whole, like I’m sure you’ve done to so many others.”
But once again, you didn’t listen.
So I walked away.


