My love is no longer unconditional
You must pass the test to get a taste of
how it feels to be loved by me.
The midnight texts, calls or even the
appearance in poetry,
these are things I just can’t give freely.
I have been broken too many times to
even give you a piece of me.
So the little I have left,
Please respect my space and give me peace
Because I can’t keep doing this.
Just like empty pottery
I’m resounding loudly,
everything I need screams back at me
Give me time let me rebuild to who I want to be,
And not give you scraps of my personality,
Or fake it so bad that you’ll see right through me.
I’m setting boundaries for myself
because I know I need help and its
something you can’t give me
In the meantime please don’t wait for me,
When all this is done you might not recognise me,
I might not be who you want me to be,
Your dreams might not be my reality
