The woman I met
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The woman I met
was different from the one I saw.
She carried confidence in her emotions,
loved me openly from the start.
Still, I wouldn’t drop the guard
protecting my heart.
Caught in a selfish paradox,
haunted by old scars,
I grew complacent through the years
while she stayed steadfast—
giving me time to heal,
separate, but never apart.
The warmth of her presence
soothed my soul,
but it came with a cost.
Because when I finally opened my eyes,
the woman I saw
was different from the one I met.
Bruised.
Damaged by the guard I built
to protect myself.
Certain with her emotions,
she kept them in check.
The weight of my fears
turned her silence heavy.
Now I drop my guard
and offer all of my heart,
yet she can’t accept it.
Her love, once shown through patience,
has hardened into regret.
And now
it’s my turn
to look crazy in her eyes.