Stalking Pray

I’m afraid of touching you,
Not that you’re fragile,
(indeed, you’re tougher than I)
But you always flee,
As though you’re afraid of me,
“I’m protecting you,”
Feels like a hollowed-out phrase,
When those words draw blood,
Tearing away at my heart,
Leaving me to think,
“I’m not the prince, after all;
Was I the villain?”

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