I've reached a bend, a quiet, final line,
Where I'm simply done with all that used to bind.
No more entertaining what will drain my core,
No more disrespect knocking at my door.
The peace I cherish shall not be displaced;
No arguments, no chases, not a moment wasted.
I will not explain my worth, nor try to prove;
If something feels off, swiftly I will move.
If lack of value is clearly shown to me,
I step away, without a plea.
I'm done with carrying connections on my back,
Destroying my own peace to stay upon your track.
I'm unfriending, unfollowing, the block button pressed,
Choosing silence now where chaos once possessed.
Distance over disrespect, a choice I freely make,
Not bitterness, but for my own well-being's sake.
My mental and my heart matter far too much,
Than keeping hollow ties within my touch.
They'll call it 'cold, ' because I cease to tolerate
The hurts that linger and the pains they generate.
They'll label it as 'rude, ' when I decide to go
From places where my growth can no longer flow.
I hear their talk of 'loyalty, ' a whisper thin and weak,
When all they offer is the minimum I speak.
You seek access now without the simple respect?
That era is over, you can no longer expect.
I am at a different stage, where I refuse to shrink,
To make your comfort my necessity, I simply cannot think
Of holding on to what makes my true self feel small,
Or 'dealing with it' when I don't have to deal at all.
My life is too short, and this peace is too high a cost,
To let myself be treated like a value that is lost.
If protecting my serenity means losing your connection,
Then so be it. I make the firm selection:
I'm choosing me. Every single time.
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