Don't

I don't want your arm there,
your skin touching mine,
your heartbeat so close to my own,
pounding the same.
I don't want you near me,
so close I can smell your perfume,
feel your body heat.
I know we used to be friends,
used to count on each other,
for every single little thing.
But people change,
you changed so fast,
while I was looking away,
I could not comprehend,
the new you.
You broke my heart,
once,
twice,
three times.
Tore at my soul,
keeping me fragile,
like a dying leaf.
So don't some close,
don't put your arm there.
When I have recovered,
when I have built back,
what you took away.
Because one of my greatest fears,
is how you will hurt me again,
if I open my heart to you.