Drawing Lines
Drawing lines in the sand has more to do with keeping you out than fencing me in. A little soul-searching has found my heart in need of a guardian; a great old wizard putting his staff down and shouting at you, You Who Shall Not Pass, that you. shall. not. pass. Get thee behind me, and take your memories, too.
Deleted years of emails, including the ones where you called me beautiful. Hid your every word from my sight on all sides; email, text, twitter, facebook. Threw photos away, tossed half-written songs in the garbage. You don’t hold weight for me anymore. No more.
You asked for lowered expectations, and you got it. I won’t expect you to call when you say you’re going to call. You won’t expect me to be anything more than civil to you when I see you in my world. My Kindness has been tread upon, and it exists for you here no longer. Get out of my way [and take your memories, too].
