Finished
SELF REFLECTIONIDENTITYBOUNDARIES
People think silence means anger.
They think distance means grudge.
No.
It just means I’ve reached the last page of a book
I’m no longer interested in reading.
I’m not storming out.
I’m walking away calm.
Because there’s a difference between rage
and release.
I’ve retired from situations
that drain more than they give.
From people who can’t meet me
at the level I’ve been standing at all along.
If my love is deep,
and yours is shallow,
I’m not diving in to meet you.
I’m stepping back to breathe.
I’m not punishing you
I’m protecting me.
I’m done giving my best
to people who don’t even bring the bare minimum.
Done feeding tables
where my plate comes back empty.
Friend.
Family.
Lover.
Title doesn’t matter.
If you exploit what I bring,
if you treat my effort like background noise,
I’m gone.
The moment I see you mishandle me,
I stop handing you access.
This isn’t anger.
It’s closure.
It’s peace wearing boundaries.
It’s the quiet that comes
when you stop touching what cuts you.
I’m done with the taking.
I’m done with the imbalance.
Not mad.
Not bitter.
Just finished.
You can call it cold if you want
I call it healed.
