I’m afraid of touching you,
Not that you’re fragile,
(indeed, you’re tougher than I)
But you always flee,
As though you’re afraid of me,
“I’m protecting you,”
Feels like a hollowed-out phrase,
When those words draw blood,
Tearing away at my heart,
Leaving me to think,
“I’m not the prince, after all;
Was I the villain?”
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