Did I scare you little one?
Did my honesty bite and pinch?
Even though I have to look up so far at you you are still small like a child to me.
With your beauty and crystal eyes does no-one ever confront you with honesty?
Chafe under the yoke of your convictions, but don't expect me to share the weight of your burden.
Rattle the bars of your cage with those long-fingered hands, but don't expect me to set you free. Because my prison is just as hard and tight as yours, but less visible.
My precious one, how the hurt in your eyes mirrors mine. I wish I could lay my head on your chest and hear your heart beat to make sure it hasn't been too cracked or broken, and you can tell me mine is whole.
Maybe we can't be friends anymore. Because we can't lie to each other, or to ourselves as well as we could before.
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