playing with fire

I'm not your Mom.

And so I've decided

to let you fall and get hurt

instead of holding your hand

to let you get lost in the darkness

instead of guiding you each time.

If you choose to play with fire,

It's perfectly your business.

I'm done mothering you.

I'm done being your nanny.

You chose to fall for me.

You chose to come after me.

And I'm done protecting you.

And if you end up hurting yourself here,

I'm done tending to your wounds.

Love never comes with no strings attached.

There's hurt and there's pain.

Get used to it.

You chose to play with fire,

And that is perfectly your business.