Borders

My borders were threatened
By the extension of my self,
Overlapping, with an other.
I wanted to conjoin a part
Of both of us; desirous of union;
Yet platonic, naturally

She did not know.

Her borders were threatened
With the diminution of her self,
Invaded, by an other.
She needed a sense if selfhood
Retained apart from all others
And sensed the threat.

She knew that well.

it's the way he always want to do things "together" even private stuff
I mean I think he'd like to watch me pee or us to fuck as if I need to
be alone some things are personal lonely sacred not in a bad way just
private you know my little habits or goals to achieve like collecting
eighties singles or girls nights in and he wants to join in foreign
body unwelcome ghost just wrong time and too much and all I need is a
little
space