Waking Up.

You are the unique and the loyal to a fault.

The unfaltering, unwavering, unmoved.

Then why do I feel your constant judging

and deciphering?

Deciding if my intentions are centered around you.

My every decision seems to speak to you wrongly.

You prick your own heart

and tell me I’m the source of your wounds.

I’ll help you solve this mystery

of whether

I’m your friend or your enemy.

It should be simple after all this time, really.

I’m not your anything.

I belong to me and I should get to choose.

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