he ran away
like i am a horrifying
scenario he never
wanted to see.
he ran away
like i am the pineapple
in his favorite pizza.
he ran away
like i am his unwanted
nightmare.
he ran away
like i am one the dangerous
monsters beneath
his bed.
he ran away
like i am another mistake
he doesn't want to
commit.
he ran away
like i am the gift
he never wish
to have.
he ran away
like i am the fruit
he finds awful.
he ran away
like i am some art
he found so hard
to comprehend.
he ran away
like we never
ever, ever
met.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poésie". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
