Avoidance isn't random,
It's terminal – a sickness.
Maybe she's a coward;
She will run with a quickness.
Avoiding confrontation,
A great fear of the scold.
Avoiding a man's closeness,
Forever painted as cold.
Ignoring all the warning signs,
Choosing to go about her day,
Then disaster strikes–
And she's mad she ever stayed.
Never trying game modes,
Slight fear of who she'd see.
Forgetting the connection,
Remembering still stings.
She's just a ghost now,
Inner thoughts barely seen,
Just four walls and herself,
Tapping away at a screen.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
Avoidance isn't random,
It's terminal – a sickness.
Maybe she's a coward;
She will run with a quickness.
Avoiding confrontation,
A great fear of the scold.
Avoiding a man's closeness,
Forever painted as cold.
Ignoring all the warning signs,
Choosing to go about her day,
Then disaster strikes–
And she's mad she ever stayed.
Never trying game modes,
Slight fear of who she'd see.
Forgetting the connection,
Remembering still stings.
She's just a ghost now,
Inner thoughts barely seen,
Just four walls and herself,
Tapping away at a screen.
Vanishing never brought peace
Only pause,
Someday I'll have to face
The feelings I've dodged.
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