for as long as I can remember,
I’ve lived by a self-inflicted set of rules –
in the absence of consistent models,
I developed a series of rules to serve as my compass

those rules kept me safe –
they helped me to feel like I belonged,
helped me hash out where I stood,
find who I was,
and where I wanted to go

but when I met him,
I found myself beginning to question some of those rules I once held so close;
I suppose my love for him became more important to me than my need for the rules

I began to slowly break free of them –
and the thing about rules is that when you break one,
it’s only a matter of time until you break another,
and the fierce structure that once protected you is destined to come crashing down around you

thank goodness

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