Too Soon

I hate this.
I hate every second,
Of every feeling
You incessantly create in me.
There’s a grappling hook
Piercing my soul
And you keep climbing
This crimson covered rope.
I wanted to help,
But not like this.
Never like this.
Your claws are too sharp,
They dig too deep,
Will this pain ever subside?
Will this pain ever subside?

Too soon, exposed.
Too soon, gone.
And yet,
Not soon enough.

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