Mad Bad Sad Girl

I didn’t expect to see you this evening. Your presence made me feel odd. I felt safe and uncomfortable all at once, as I usually do when you’re around. Hearing your voice made me want to drink so I decided it would be wise if I left.

As I was walking away I could feel your eyes on me. Your gaze bore into my back, burning through my winter coat, piercing my skin and then smothering my lungs. I kept my head up and started down the road. But all the while, I was thinking,

“Run after me. Run after me. Come on, you bastard, don’t just stand there, come after me. Run after me. Please run after me…”

Of course, I never looked back.
And of course, you didn’t come after me.
And that makes me a lot sadder than it should.

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