Two Sides

There are these two sides.  Every story has them.  These are mine.

When I was little I used to close my bedroom door and turn off all the lights.  I used to light candles and listen to music.  I would stare at my reflection and cry.  Digging deep into my eyes, I would lose myself.

Their names...the ones they called me, they stuck.  In my throat like honey.  And I cried rivers of red and gold

When I was fifteen it all ended.  That youthful glow.  That innocent naivety.  He took it with his tongue.  His words carved down my skin.  Exposed and raw, I retreated.  Into the air, through the leaves as they crunched underfoot, through the screaming.  I ran and ran.  Until

Until what?

Until it never ended. 

I kept running

I’m still running

From that feeling, that moment

The taste in the air

The sounds

Honestly i remember nothing

But the leaves

So many leaves beneath my feet

They crunched under my feet as I ran.