Self Worth

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Your heart, absent
My heart, shattered

If you do not wish to speak
I will not shove honey down your throat

I know when the distance between us has become too far
And the red string must be cut apart

I will not let you weave a noose and shatter my plans
Nor drag the other half of my soul to the bitter ends of the earth.

I am my own self,
I have my dignity to uphold

I will not lower myself to my knees
Just for you to strike my head

Even as I lose the one part of me I thought I knew
I know now that I knew nothing at all

But yet, to think what could have been
It tears my heart apart.

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