Caught me because the little girl guarding my heart fell asleep.
Sneaky you.
So attached. So soon?
Don’t play games with me.
I’ve heard it all before. Even said it a few times.
So soon?
I don’t want to believe you.
But I don’t have that nostalgic feeling of terrible things to come.
So it’s an opopanax that I welcome with an open heart. Or did I mean arms?
Atleast, when you stab me in those, it’ll heal quicker and less painfully.
According to you, it shouldn’t hurt at all.
“It won’t even sting,” you assure me.
Why?
Because the feeling’s mutual you say.
But, do you fabricate?
Only time will tell.
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