Crossing The Line Poem by Angela Wybrow

I never meant to cross the line:
I know the fault is entirely mine;
I only wanted for someone to listen,
When salty teardrops threaten to glisten.

Snapshots of my life, I chose to share:
A life which sometimes is so hard to bear;
But permission from you was not sought,
So, now, in a storm, I have no port.

Too many details, I chose to reveal,
But, now, my lips, I promise to seal;
My problems, at present, can't be solved,
And I should not have got you involved.

I considered you to be a ‘listening ear',
But, my issues, you did not want to hear;
I only wanted for you to understand -
Not to react or to lend a hand.

I put you high upon a pedestal,
But I wasn't prepared for the fall;
I've been moping around and overthinking,
And, inside, my spirits have been rapidly sinking.

Any awkwardness between us, I hope will not last:
I wish that we could rewind pretty damn fast;
The memory of yesterday, I wish I could burn,
And, to how things were, I hope we'll return.