i woke up at 4 in the morning, the next day, gasping and panting heavily.
it was another nightmare.
i saw you standing by my bed, looking down at me.
i better run.
run run run.
away from everything, away from this, and away from you.
so, even the sweat dripped clothes, sticking to my body, didn't bother me as i packed my little backpack and tiptoed out of my room.
i didn't know where i was going
i didn't know why, either.
all i knew was, what i was leaving behind
and what i was running from.
and i knew,
that was all that really mattered.
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Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
