You only come this far.
The boundary is clear.
Grey zones disappear.
White lies evaporate.
Psychological and emotional blackmail exposed.
You resist me now, and you loathe me, I know.
You were used to barging into my life as you pleased.
That time is over now; it’s a new dawn.
My no is a regal gown that clothes me.
What I reject reveals what I accept.
Without you, dear two-letter word, I am void and without form.
My newly made friend.
Our first encounter was clumsy and nerve-racking.
Now I gladly embrace you.
My lovely one, come away with me, and let’s explore this wild forest of my life.
My dear two-letter friend let us create margins and limits.
May our new boundaries enclose our beautiful secret garden called “the real me.”