I've got a big heart. Maybe not the biggest apartment, but what do I care? It's not about things. The greatest things in life are not things. I read that on a sign at a gas station once. It was a billboard for cigarettes or booze. Two things that don't interest me. Things, indeed. If I'm not enough for you, you don't get to wipe your feet on my back. I'm not a doormat. I've been a doormat. I've said yes when I should've said no. No one can make you feel any way unless you let them. You made me feel used. I let you.
You aren't better than me. In fact, I'd argue the opposite. I'm better than you. That makes me a bitch because I said it out loud. But I'd say it again. People are not yours for the taking. I am not yours. I wanted to be once. I was mistaken. To be yours is to be had. I don't want to be had, I want to be held.
The pieces of me that I gave away, I want them back. I'll put them where they're safe - on my sleeve, next to my heart. I'll sew them on with stronger thread, and roll up my sleeves, the way I might if I'm about to get dirty.
The best parts of me I'm keeping to myself. I'm selfish. This is about me now, not you. This time I get what I want. I'll hand out the pieces of me that are meant to be shared, you won't take them.
No need to take off your shoes, I am not a welcome mat. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.