I did it

 I pushed the line

I crossed it, side stepped it, 

caressed it, teased it, jumped over it,

look back, wonder if I should go back

but no, kept going until the line got so far behind me

you wonder how did I get here

and now you wake up, knowing you messed up

Acted in a way not consistent with your character and the way you think of yourself

You don't know whether to apologize or say something that would make the person

Look at your differently, but forget them how do you look at yourself?

Then you wonder who you are, if you pushed the line with the person because 

you gave something of yourself that wasn't theirs to receive.

you opened up in a way and now they know things about you nobody knows.

And it makes all the talk that you do seem immature, irrevelant

they know that side of you. and who are you? but a human simple in all its complexity.

I did it, now I can't take it back. Now its part of our story, add it to the pages of our history

and I want to change the story. Matter of fact, I want to take out the whole page.

Why did you feel so comfortable with me that way? and why did I let you lead?

and take your directions and do things I never did

I need a new page