Poem: It is not good

 It is not good

I want it to be,
but I know:

you hurt me.

I do not think
you can change.

I do not expect
that you will,

and it is no good
to pretend

that it can be
anything else,

is it?

I do not want
to build walls,

to separate us
in this way,

but what 
am I to do?

I must protect myself.

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