Ink Stained Soul…

I never ask.
Not because I don’t care or I don’t get jealous.
No,I never ask because I don’t have to face the answer.
The truth doesn’t have to make its way into my world.
The one where I convinced myself you love me and everything else is just you wrapping up unhealed parts of yourself.
I don’t have to face the blade cutting parts of me away.
Small assaults mend while my armour protects me from the kill shots.
I walk each day holding that place only we know exist in my heart.
Letting the warmth of the sun and moon keep me going.
I don’t ask.