No Trespass

I am done.

Done with men

who think love is theirs to break,

whose hands wander

while their mouths lie.

Boundaries are not doors

for you to push open.

Respect is not a choice.

And I am not a toy

for your boredom,

your hunger,

your selfish games.

I am sick

of whispers that excuse betrayal,

of smiles that hide cheating,

of hearts that hold only themselves.

Step back.

Step back and burn in your own deceit.

I will not bend.

I will not forgive

what should never have been tolerated.

I am fire.

I am walls.

I am the storm you should have feared.

Cross me again,

and you will know

the weight of every line

you ever ignored.

I am not yours.

I am not anyone’s.

I am whole.

And I will rip apart

any fool

who dares

to forget that.