Meet me halfway

Will you meet me halfway?

or must I

stay within the lines

of your chosen comforts?

Will I be myself when I’m fixed on

suiting you?

following blindly

feeling empty & lost

And filled with only your approval?

The answer I KNOW is NO.

(I refuse to unlearn

A lesson so painfully tested and taught.)

I want to know…

Are we just wasting each other’s time?