The man too afraid

The man too afraid to hurt me
the man who chose to run
thought he saved me.
We were dancing
under the chandeliers
before we lost anything
in the fire burning red.

There was beauty
in his evasiveness
the way a cold breath
disappears into thin air
on a still winter morning.
There was art in his eyes
when they refused 
to meet mine
they hid his colors.

There's still life in the pictures
from the day I first met him
I knew I had less time left
to save myself from falling
but the ground beneath us
was already cracking.

The man too afraid to hurt me
doesn't know my feet
have been bleeding
through the miles
I have been walking after him.
The man who chose to run
doesn't know my years
have passed in the smoke
he left me in...he still thinks
that he saved me.

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