Even when I try to forget you,
I can't.
Your looks are insisting.
But your thoughts are quiet.
My chest is torn open,
You invited yourself in.
I'd tell you to wipe your feet,
But I know you'll leave prints anyway.
Out of your lips a whisper falls,
It is caught by my eager ears.
You're quick to say
But slow to act
Soon I will exile my emotions
I'll send them off
Where they cannot be harmed.
Against you, I have to keep them armed.
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