I looked over out past conversations
And suddenly I was reminded.
You say you would never hurt me
But you already have.
You might not remember
Four weeks of bitter silence
Three messages on Three separate days, all ignored
Two months of our social interaction falling just short of a dialogue
One heart I had to learn to mend on my own
But I remember.
So I will be wary of your warm words
For they can easily turn to fire or to ash.
I want not to have to mend my heart again.
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