The Further I Get

It bothered me. The low blows.
The stains on my heart, the cracks.
That I get to fill now, with hope.
The hope I had for this connection.
Which is now hope for healing,
for feeling stronger.
Being stronger.
It took more strength than you know
to walk away.
I will not be treated that way!
Who do you think you were dealing with?
You can refuse my offer all you want
and get it from someone else.
I hope they love you like I did.
But it won't be like I did.
They didn't know you when you were a kid.
But we are not kids.
We are adults who can talk like adults.
I get that you are scared and you still latch onto the past.
Like I had latched onto you.
But you won't see me with your eyes closed.
No matter how close you allow me to get.
The further you push me away,
the further I get.