Withhold

Your words reach deep inside me

Yet your coy musings

Warn me:

I’m honest you say

I’m blunt and I’m clear.

You will be hurt.

You will walk away:

But maybe limping

Maybe even crawling.

There will be piece of you

I will withhold.

It will be mine to keep.

It will be mine to reap.

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