You dumped rocks on my flowers
You took what you needed
When you gave me anything
it was because you wanted more
You’ve never asked me what I thought
You’ve never spoken to my face
You enlisted others
to speak for you or about me
Behind my back
You locked me out
You lied about me
You never helped me when I needed it
But I have my own keys now
And you are behind me
But you are not locked out
You are not unforgiven
You are just not invited
If you want to move forward with me
you will have to communicate and respect my boundaries
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Image note: White Azaleas in a Flower Pot by Paul De Longpre.
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