your eyes are a knife
i am split open by your stare your voice is a gun and my hands are in the air two minutes later, you ask "are you still there?" i want to run far away from you i want to hide but there's no use you always find me at the worst timing with your words that show no return you change the temperature of my face you change the color or my cheeks and i don't mean this in a good way i want to run but you put me in a box i want to hide but i'm smaller than i thought and you always confine me and confide in me and convince me that since you don't have hope i should not either and on your brightest days i should have nothing to complain about as if my feelings should move in tandem with yours but never yours with mine oh, give me space give me time to separate me from you reexamine what i value before you decide for me i am my own person i am nobody else's to negotiate, you widen the parameters of the box so i can stray further but never away you say it's out of your control as you increase the barbed wire to a higher voltage the fence is high and if i hurt myself trying to scale it it would be my fault, wouldn't it? for exercising freedom of choice? but you always told me is no free will everything has been set in all its permanence every word, every step, every great tragedy so it was always meant to be this way you as the predator me as the prey
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