Boundaries

this morning toxins reached cumulative levels
I can do melancholy with the best of them

but I'm desperate for an emotional ipecac
I can't stomach you

you rant a pointless rage tell me what-it-is
preach the as-i-see-it gospel diss on disregard dismiss

you stop me right there cause you've lost interest in the story
do an about-face to school me with a self-declared loving intention

that feels like punishment I won't allow, my push back
more instinctual of late - lines drawn impenetrable

you, one more lesson I need not suffer to love
and that’s what I’ve learned without a word from you