Lately I’m only just noticing
that I tend to begin to explain to you
exactly what I’m doing
as soon as you enter the space I’m in
before you can even ask
or assume;
It’s almost like
you’ve conditioned me to
tiptoe
and overexplain; these eggshells
have already cracked under the pressure
I’ve been putting
on myself –
and I’m tired of the feeling of
having to report my every move
as though I answer to you…
As though you’re my supervisor
and not my lover,
not my equal, my counterpart –
And how you don’t even
bother to correct it or call it out,
almost like
you expect it and would be upset
if I didn’t do it.
It’s so exhausting, and –
smothering…
This ends today.
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Kayfucius 