Rejecting, rejecting, rejecting.
That's what I keep doing.
That's what I'm good at doing.

I know people may think I'm callous,
but I can't see the reason not to be.
I just don't want to get my heart broken.

Is it wrong to take care of your fragile heart?
To prevent it from being broken by a devil?
When you know you're treading on thin ice?

Rejecting, rejecting, rejecting.
That's what I'll keep on doing
until the day my heart may heal completely.

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I feel like this poem is a bit weird and absurd. Tell me your opinion about it and I may consider editing it if it's bad :)

-Tris