It never was “always”

-It's me or not? Can't say for sure...
But love in her cannot be pure.
And day by day in dreams and life
She hurts me with her cruel knife.

-That knife is words, and phrases too.
My heart knows - probably untrue.
Yet, blink, and her wide eyes on me -
I am lost as child, can't disagree.

-She's evil wanted I escape
In darkest night with darkest cape.
In starry sky, near lawn and wood
I found the lightness of childhood.

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