The Assumptions

He touches my heart
So close, so familiar, so warm
So familiar

The bloom is always the best
The days that follow
Increased by distance

His grip loosens
The cold takes over
Even the warmest breeze freezes

Then next comes pretence
A way to not hurt and be hurt
All that is already played out in the mind
Caused by fear
To avoid what might be

A smile so fake
It becomes real

Unable to untie the knot
Once non-existence

Intentions not meant to harm
Turns bad without intending

The end is already known from the start
The lesson was learnt but not remembered

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