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They love me, that I know to be true
It just hurts to know that I love them too
It’s not the fact that I love them that hurts me
But more of the tragedies that have befallen me
I have been hurt, betrayed, and stabbed
By those who told me they’d never go bad
They promised me that they would stay
That no matter what, they’d do me no pain
I shut myself away from the world of love
No longer wanting to feel stung
They came along, looking over my walls
Seeing not the monster I had become
They talked with me, offering me smiles
It was almost as if they hadn’t noticed I was defiled
With their hands that I noticed had been covered with blood
They removed the tears that flowed like the Nile
The first one had been a doctor
A medical history that was uncommon
His eyes were cold yet warmed my soul
I would never deny how I loved his smile
The second was a killer
Bloodshed being all that he knew
His rough hands holding mine in a soft cocoon
Like he was to me, I was something new
They both came to me with soft intention
They did not wish to add to my affliction
Though unsure, I gave them a chance
I would gladly do it again
My garden, for them, was a place of salvation
I opened my arms to give them rest
The world on the outside of my walls
They deemed it only as a mess
We walked and talked and chortled and sung
For once in my life, nothing was going wrong