Kayfucius

A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

No.

I thought you were different, and…

I thought we could be, too;

but just like all the others who ever

got [access] to my heart,

you brought triggers and damage –

even knowing the vulnerable spaces I’m in,

and the sore spots

I find myself ripping the scabs from

again and again

only to have to restart the healing process.

I’m tired of bleeding;

I should never ever

have trusted you

and now I know it’ll be a while before

I can trust anyone.

You just toyed with me like everyone else.

I can’t with this anymore.

Maybe it’s best if I just

never do this again.

041222

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