You are invading my space
Stand
I’m not going to move from where I was sat
You approached me
So cheers to that
But I want you to stand
And take steps furher back
And you will.
Because you see the power in my pupils
The strength in my stance
And you know you couldn’t handle me
You wouldn’t even have a chance
Taylor
Standing up for myself, especially in the case of drunk men or boys, is something that I will always applaud myself. You come to me, expect you to be the one who moves, because I made my bed, and you are not in it.
Poetry by Taylor 