Protect You

Protect You

A Poem by LiliansGift
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Written in January of 2012

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You never text me, you never call
And I’ve never told you of the feelings you cause
That I’ve bottled up for so long
Protecting you for so long

Why should I care now?
What do I owe you?
Harsh words, secret glares
All of which you’ve been spared.

What do I have to show for it?
Tears on my cheeks, and spilled blood on the sheets
Why do I keep you here?
Because loosing you fills me with so much fear

We were so close, yet so far
I’ll never know who you really are
Cause you’ll never let me get that far.
So I guess I have nothing left

Why should I care?
Why should I protect you?
Harsh words, secret glares
All of which you’ve been spared

It tears me up inside, to see you standing there
Because for those long years, I hoped for a reason
A reason for you to steer clear
A palpable reason for your absence here

You’ve never heard my screams, my pleading
You‘ve never seen the scars, that’ll never stop bleeding
You haven’t been here, to save me from myself
You don’t know me anymore

You never text me, you never call
So why should I hide you from it all?
What do I expect? Answers and Regret?
I can’t wait any longer, I can’t fake respect.

We both know it’s been coming
Why wait for so long?
I’m tired of this waiting, for you to heed my call
You’ve never been there for me, and I still stand tall

So why do I still protect you from my fall?

© 2012 LiliansGift


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LiliansGift
LiliansGift

Houston, TX



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Ola people. My designation is Shelby Lynn. Enjoy my s**t. Or don't. I write sometimes-not-awful poetry, and think of stories that'll never see the light of day if my brain has a say about it. So yeah... more..

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