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run faster, my little runaway
I spilled my pride on cracked linoleum.
You left me surrounded by drops of blood.

Dead center.
Black eclipse.
And you fled.

I poked and prodded these bent
and broken pieces into my lifelines-
they were all I had, my constant-
while you watched. Acceptance,
resignation, pity, indifference.

I saw it all and you fled.

You told me I was good and capable
and perfect but always managed
to slip away, back to safety,
before trying to convince me.

You fled.

© ramblingneurotic