He called me beautiful
when I wore no
makeup and wore
raggedy clothes.

He told me to never
change even though
he made me change,
just not for him.

He admired me
after I had an
anxiety attack
in the
stadium bathrooms
and stuttered while
my cheeks were
tear stained.

He told me he
would fall
in love with me
if I gave him
the chance.

I ran away
because he wanted
to be my source of
happiness
since I was his.

I ran away
because he wasn't
as accepting about
my internal struggles
like I thought
he would be.

I ran away because
dating him or anyone
has never been something
I could do.
My abilities to love are
small and delicate.
If I told him that
I loved him
he would run away,
so I ran first.

I ran and never looked back.