ResistanceMature

 

My resistance is flawless

A thought of you never touches me

Never seems to affect my actions

For a moment I feel like I’ve succeeded

Pushed you away finally from my soul

 

But then you walk by, smiling your smile

With those eyes of yours and my resistance

Shatters and I’m left with weak legs and a pang

In my chest.

The End

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