I came here to get away from you.
For a break from our stress:
us.
I came to admire this place, and found
that I had walked into your
cold, cold heart;
that I had booked myself a place – a room –
inside your feelings for me:
inside you.
I shivered, and spun on my heel.
I knew I had to leave:
both this place, and you.
Lis Goodwin ©2016
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