i.
don't go around playing with people's feelings
just don't
ii.
you think
this hurting you do
is something new
dip your arrows in venom
and shoot at me
expect me to fall into your hands
like a wounded bird
little do you know
I had guarded myself against you
since the day we met
razors in your eyes and words
clumsily covered up with a smile
i wrap myself in layers of armor
fluffy pillows filled with cotton balls
and goose down
so shoot at me
your arrows are too late
i'm prepared for them
iii.
the sun rejuvenates my spirits every day
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