Sometimes I wonder if all the fights we have are worth it.
Sometimes I walk away to hide in a corner somewhere just to get away from the fighting.
People think I run, but it's really just protecting myself...if I ran, I'd never go back, and...
I always go back.

Baseball cap in the corner...
I remember he sat there.
Dark and sad and dismal
Silent tears.
Cup of tea and a teddy bear
And a red, red ribbon.
Combine salt and spider webs
And the cold ground.
Tokens...tokens...
Why did he leave that there?
Did he have to? Love again,
Love after love...
And hate after love after love...
Cycles never stop.
Like pinwheels...
Like merry-go-rounds...
Like spokes and spears
And deep, angered tears...
And all the pretty little horses...

I think I've stopped wondering about things...
it just gets me into trouble and into the fighting more and more...
and I'm running out of corners that he hasn't destroyed.

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