How dare I speak
my heart to you?
You offer me joy
I don’t want.
I’m safer
when you don’t know me.
I wish
you would leave.
Telling you
would injure you.
My words would score
so deep,
so very deep.
You would bleed
tears
heartbreak
despair
all over the carpet.
I would always
be faced with
the evidence
of my crime.
I don’t have the lust,
the will,
the strength,
to damage you.
You don’t deserve it.
You haven't earned it.
Your only crime
was offering hope
to the hopeless.
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