they come back, in vibrant strides to look at me in those same ways i remember. and they place their palm softly on my cheek as they smile, eyes bright. and once they have me again; once they have as much of me as i ever willingly give another single soul, they drop me. kicking dirt hard into my face, shaking their head at my ability to trust.
my love disgusts them.
but every time i get back up. a little bruised, a little embarrassed and a little stronger.
come on, try and knock me down.
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