This is how it feels

As though you push me to a distance to shield yourself and ask, are you ok?

Rather than holding me close, bring me to your chest and say, you will be ok.

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Am I that untouchable?

Is my fire that hot

That you cannot embrace me?

Do you not recognize my soul anymore

Because you are busy trying to understand your own?

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You say you’re not walking on eggshells

And I guess that’s true

But feels like it’s not because I don’t have them around me

It’s because you don’t try to walk close to me anymore

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Or is it me, and my veil of distrust

I get it, I understand

I just get sad,

you know?