It's not a whisper 

It's not a hint

Or a shaky boundary

That I'd hope they'd notice

I drew the line in fire

That bright to blind

Hot enough to warm

Through there messed up excuse

They gave me

They walked closer

Hoping that id move it

Like I used to 

Thinking my soft side

Was there to shape

But is a flame

It's mine

Every time that I stayed quiet

Every time I went to fast

Every time that I let them

Rewrite my truth

The line is glowing

Between them 

It was a warning 

A promise

The boundary that finally

Means something

Try to cross it

You'll learn

What it felt like

To lose access

To the version of me 

Who accepted the heat

Without ever letting it burn you.

– E. J.