How can I explain that when I said "no", there were a thousand reason, Gabrielle, why it had to be so.
You don't know who I am, what's inside of me. The fire that smolders, the anger barely controlled is something I can't let you see.
You don't understand the instinct to strike, to fight. Making passion and pain blend into shades of grey confusing wrong and right.
I know you want to be closer, Gabrielle. But how close can I let you come. If you see all that is "here" inside me, I know you'll turn and run.
So leave it be, please, you have to let it go. If you will, then I can and I have to. This is harder than you'll ever know.
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** The Characters of Xena and Gabrielle are not owned by me and no copyright infringement is intended. It's just poetry, bruh! :D
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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