you whisper in the dark you coward because I do not want to run away with you
to chase those broken hopes, to pick them up from the train tracks and melt them back together with gold
to dissappear into the mist of the mountains
because this life is sucking out the life of you
your lips quiver as you type those words
your eyebrows tightening to tree trunks
but don't you think
that you are confusing those words
because the one who wants to run from this is you, not me;
are you telling me I am a coward for not doing the cowardly thing?
there is nothing brave in this kind of leaving
in erasing the sketches you have drawn of this life
in just throwing them away, burning them in your fireplace
do you really think that this blank space
you'd leave,
the suddenly whitened page wouldn't matter?
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
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