all this time my back was turned to your face. I walked only on the paths that ran anti-parallel to yours. my hands grazed before me on the stone, naked knees were scuffed and skin ragged lugging myself along the grounds as I crawled forlorningly away from you.
when honestly, the only destination that I ever intended to arrive to, was your arms.
avoiding for my own protection, so I wouldn't end up hurting myself. I know you never would intentionally. you are too gold