I won’t make that mistake again
thinking a foreign tongue
might be a naïve one

Thinking that I could be safe
moments before I am bruised

I don’t forget – but it isn’t enough
to be distrusting and malicious
when a wall is what makes me
vindictive, calculating, heartless

I won’t wake in a bed again
with bad news to relay to friends
and I won’t let a soul touch me
which is safer, in the end

And you can call me cold –
but at least I’m whole alone


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