running into my ex
in Midtown.
no one recognizes me,
but I ain't lonely.
werewolves and thieves,
rich kids who wanted everything,
holding the bowl in the snow.
I keep on running
for the blue;
I duck my head
and hide from you.
knives from the sky
cut through me everytime,
I am not afraid to cry,
can't hide from survival.
the past can chase me
down to size
and that's no way to die.