I like the way
you retreat from my cries,
how you scowl and frown
as I howl at the moon,
longing for what has passed.
I like the way
you run away at the
thought of me,
how you take on a marathon
just to avoid me
I like the way
you barely utter two phrases to me
before, like a phantom,
you are gone, into the wind
leaving me wondering and waiting.
I like the way I'm lying right now,
because I don't like any of this.
I don't like how it's all crashing and burning.
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