day 317

I will not wait for you, break for you or let you tell me how you want me to make you feel. I will not bend over backwards and sideways and do somersaults in your mind. I will not sit, mouth stitched, and fingers magnetized towards your skin. Will not touch you will not let you make me object. Will not slander your name against my tongue. Will forgive will forget will heal will not let you be a part of this joyous celebration.