Because you told me something,
very secret,
about yourself,
i can no longer love you,
like I did,
because you were opened,
i didn't even have to knock on your life's door,
but now i can never do things,
that i once though,
i would,
because you shared a story,
of your distant past,
i related it to someone,
when i saw him last,
and i don't want to know it,
not at all,
because of the story,
that i never saw.
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I could very much relate to this piece. Glad you are safe guarding yourself, obviously what ever the story was must not have been a good one, and revealed something harmful. I'm glad that the truth came out, and you were able to heed the warning. We are the company we keep. Great poem.