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Heart Space

I thought people’s generosity meant that they care.

That they want what’s best for me, and for them.

Yet, it’s never equal —

I’m quickly taught.

I don’t know how to put myself first.

I don’t know what it feels like to tell someone you aren’t good for me.

I don’t know how to create a boundary that says give me space,

give me time,

give me love.

Get away from me,

hold me closer,

breathe with me,

just be you.

The one that I love.

Why do you push me away?

Why do you think your needs are more important than mine?

Why don’t you want to work at meeting in the middle?

Why can’t you speak from your heart?

Will you ever get out of your head and meet me on this beautiful, solid ground?

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