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May 2016
I will tell myself not to trust you
As my heart silently takes your every word as a promise.
Every promise ever made to me
Has been broken
But I fall back to your arms
And still feel shock when I hit the floor and pain shoots through my body.
I will lock myself to you and give you the key,
Trusting you to treat me kindly
And you will cut off my hand instead of opening the lock.
I will cry as I make the same mistake with the next person who lets me show them my heart.
I will give a piece of myself to you and as I watch you with wide, trusting eyes
You will hold it in front of me and rip it apart,
Too many pieces to repair, leaving me less than the start.
A new soul comes along and tilts my head up by the chin,
Telling my not to cry through their fake-honest grin.
I will tell myself not to trust,
But I know my heart will take every word as a promise.
I will shatter as I hit the floor,
Giving away my pieces until there's no more.
I'm in a very odd situation where I'm naturally very trusting and loving of people but I'm often hurt for it and I still haven't repaired my walls so I just keep giving my heart to people who are not delicate with it
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
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