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The walk here was perfectly painful
Each step reeking of shame and the Daffodil's you sent out of spite on a Tuesday of last winter
My eyes fill with the ruddy bricks of yesterdays anger
Splintered Runes fly beneath my wicked boots that helped me run away from you
Without sound
Devoid of panicked teary goodbye's
I won't let you see my coward heart as I pass you by
Hot cheeks flaming with the Phoenix I promised you'd be if you only trusted in me
In you
In us
I raise my middle finger to the lightless sky
A gesture that I'm known so well for
My M.O these days
I suck in stale air as I quicken my footwork
Jumping on the number 7 to pray I won't break into a million little pieces
Maybe next time
