far away is where i chose to stay.

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i moved mountains for a wolf disguised as a

sheep. a boy — not a man — he allowed doors

to slam in my face and he never put his hand

around my waist, which always let me with a

sour-in-my-mouth taste.

all i ever dreamed of was the reassurance that

what he told me was the truth, but his actions

were deceitful so i became a sleuth.

i admired him from afar during a period of long

distance, and i came to understand that the

space between us existed way before we

spent the summer apart.

he claimed he threw his ex-girlfriend away

just so he could kiss me someday, but that

was part of the game he loved to play.

i came to see that

love bombing was at play,

so far away is where i chose to stay.