The Escape

The escape started as an escapade, 

a normal reaction to attraction

the same dull thud of a relationship

I intended would not last. 

But it bloomed -- 

and neither of us noticed

until we couldn't last the day apart. 

A regular Romeo and Juliet 

we fought for one another, 

and at the end of the trial 

we realized we were deeply in love. 

But a habit is hard to kick, 

any drug addict slips

and I slid...

The End

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