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This is what happens while I'm waiting for the laundry to get done at the laundromat:

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I've a guard put up

strong and iron walls

blocking any means of entry

It protects from bouts of evil

from the pain of innocence

that I am scared to feel again

I make off like nothing bothers

hurt is hidden with my laughter

Though my heart is growing weary

and it longs to love again

I all but deny

it's angry desperate cry

reminded of how it feels

to shatter into pieces scattered

all around the floor

I will tell you lies

say it doesn't matter

It's my means of safety

But I request just one thing

and that is to not believe me

You see I've grown quite tired

of letting happiness pass

and I'd quite like you

to be the risk I take

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This is why you scare me:

I know my thoughts are out,

and you can see quite clearly

you know all my doubts

Take caution, please, I beg you,

I've broken before

and that's why I've got excuses

blocking this open door

I'll trust, but only slowly

don't make me out to be a fool

I really think you're lovely

but I don't think you'll follow through

It's been an uphill battle

which as me quite concerned

I'm having trouble separating

what you meant and what you said

I find you captivating

this, please, understand

but I'm going to need you to be blunt

or I may never understand

By the way, I'd just like to say how much I love Beans, the person, not the food. She's pretty flat out amazing and I am incredibly thankful that she is in my life. (I definitely wrote wife at first...ha)