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Now that I've stitched up the holes on my heart,

I'm left to study all the doubt.

What even happened,

Why did you bite your tongue, somehow hoping to be heard?

I have no doubt I mattered to you,

Just not enough to try to fix this?

By the time you spoke up,

It was far too late.

I'm truly sad for you,

That reaching out and encouragement can be a red flag for you.

What is so frightening about being lifted up?

But maybe this isn't about me at all,

And someone had to pay the price.

I can only hope you'll look back,

And regret creating secondary motives of my compassion.

I cared too much to disrespect you,

And trust me I still do.

Even in my heartbreak,

I refuse to hate you.