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                To love, or to care

                Is to invite disappointment - 

                Rejection, pain - 

                As to divest your feelings for another

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                Is, by nature, to exist in a vulnerable state.

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                                I was a daisy, and I handed myself to her.

                                And then I watched, apprehensively,

                                Unsure

                                If she would press my petals

                                Between the pages of a novel,

                                Pull them - forget me nots - 

                                Or worse still,

                                Casually return them

                                To the underbelly of the field, thrown

                                With the kind of cruel disinterest

                                That suggests a feeling of

                                Absolute indifference.

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                Whatever she’d choose, I gave myself away - 

                It was no longer mine to decide -  

                Which is why falling in love

                Is both so unbelievably alluring

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                And so unequivocally terrifying.

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                I transformed myself into a flower - 

                Fragile, delicate - 

                And though it was within their power

                To crush me, they chose instead

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to cherish.

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                                The question, then,

                                Naturally becomes:

                                If they’d crushed me so

                                The first time,

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                                Should I ever love, again?

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