I feel so confined to time.
Constantly getting my boundaries trumped.
Where do I draw the sacred line?
Why is it so difficult to just communicate when I’m being so kind?
But I can no longer turn the other cheek,
No longer using my powers to press rewind.
Being punctual is significant in your presence.
Constantly leaving me hanging by setting these false expectations.
Double the load,
So heavy my essence.
I have to stop banging myself,
No more second guessing.
I’m not even sure of how to be pure.
Irritated at the highest,
Emotions seem to be my cure.
Constantly running through contradictions,
I just wanna be absolutely sure.
Why can’t you just show up for me?
Leaving the pieces shattered on the floor.
Hours late but that’s not new.
I guess to you,
Time is not important
MBA in Human Resources,
So you’re missing the high significance of its importance.
So my personal time,
I continue to shorten,
Beloved, I’m so confused,
Feeling misled and time consumed,
For every appointment, I seem to lose,
This patch on my heart is a constant reminder of the initial bruise.