She Said
she said she wanted to die in my arms
and I flinched.
like a scrape to the skin. a paper cut, maybe.
just a tinge of pain.
It was quick and it was fleeting.
But, it was there.
I never said I was a runner.
But, I am.
Random women, in random beds
they healed the scrape to my skin
soothed my soul and my mind
Endless bottle and endless lines
they made her fade away.
blurred out the look on her face and
the sound of her voice
as she lulled me to sleep.
She wasn’t mine
so I replaced her
over and over and over again
until it aches inside and my ribs cracked
open and exposed.
but, I held it in and ran faster, harder.
until there was nothing left inside of me
but a hollow moment and her eyes
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