I don’t have much good memories of you
Yet you managed to discard things tying me to the few
Do boundaries mean anything to you
How could I trust when I am not respected
You are not a child
No use to throw tantrums to get what you want
Certainly no use to hide your misbehavings
Chance is for whom taking it seriously
Only when I am gone you will stand to be a man
I am the floating jetty
Anchoring between you and your full potential
Flicker of Thoughts 