Right. Oh, yes, the same old question: “Why are you always so guarded?”
Always from the very people who have let me down. Discarded
Every time when I dared think that they would truly be there for me
When I dared ask—and so seldom—for their help. Oh, right, naive me.
Got it. Lesson learned, no worries. Won’t happen again. You promised
You would be right there—supportive. Sceptical, at first, I doubted
All those promises and, fearing that they were just empty, shallow,
I did not dare let my guard down and have hope. No real value.
And wasn’t I right to do so. Look what actions have now spoken
Louder than your meaningless words which I fell for, which reopen
All the painful memories of every time I’ve been let down and,
Thus, my heart learns once again that stone trumps over once red heartbeat.