I see you.
Creeping back in.
Creeping back into my life.
It’s been years now since we fell out.
No apology.
No accountability.
But you’re trying to come back now.
The texts.
The calls.
I see you.
Creeping back in.
Pieces of me miss you.
Pieces of me want nothing to do with you.
Pieces still sting.
Pieces still hurt.
Confusion takes over.
Where I do go from here?
I see you.
Creeping back in.
What if I let you back in?
Is that forgiveness?
Is that weakness?
Failure?
I stood up to you.
I drew my boundaries.
Am I betraying myself now?
Or is this time healing wounds?
I see you.
Creeping back in.
Creeping back into my life.
What do I do now?
