a pounding melody.
light and bouncing drumlines.
the harsh echo of the violins as they repeated themselves.
that's what you reminded me of.
things that just don't belong.
it wasn't that you didn't belong.
you did. but you tried to make it seem as if you didn't.
you distanced yourself as people came to you.
when someone talked to you, you excused yourself.
running away was a hobby for you.
it was hard for me to chase you down.
to back you into a corner where you couldn't flee.
you tried to run. of course you did.
and i completely respected you for that.
but i wasn't here to let you continue doing what you were doing.
in the end, you were sobbing aganist me.
"i hate you. i hate you"
you muttered, over and over,
your fists beating against my chest.
they didn't hurt. nor did the scratches on my face that you left.
light and bouncing drumlines.
the harsh echo of the violins as they repeated themselves.
that's what you reminded me of.
things that just don't belong.
it wasn't that you didn't belong.
you did. but you tried to make it seem as if you didn't.
you distanced yourself as people came to you.
when someone talked to you, you excused yourself.
running away was a hobby for you.
it was hard for me to chase you down.
to back you into a corner where you couldn't flee.
you tried to run. of course you did.
and i completely respected you for that.
but i wasn't here to let you continue doing what you were doing.
in the end, you were sobbing aganist me.
"i hate you. i hate you"
you muttered, over and over,
your fists beating against my chest.
they didn't hurt. nor did the scratches on my face that you left.
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