Written age 13.

Catch my dead tears in your palm,

Push them deep into your burnt skin, 

Loose them far in your tight veins, 

travel straight to your cold centre.

Feel my hurt pulse through your nerve ends,

Let it course through your selfish soul. 

Sense my hot regret in your skin, whisper down your spine.

I'll raise goosebumps some day. 

See my sunskinned freckles and dirty feet, as I run. 

Feel the beat blaze in your heart, of my feet on the hard ground. 

As I tear away, through the pride saving rain,

Catch the drops on your forearm, where I had once lain and, 

Watch me my love, know that I have escaped. 

The End

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