runner

the funny thing is, you never really fought for anything. you just stood there waiting for everything and everyone to knock on your door so you could let'em in whenever you felt like it. and even to close the door - that was never a trouble for you, you just waited for someone to feel the cold outside and close it. no, no, you know not what to fight means. what it is all about. you never had to. you're not the kind of person to follow someone. i remember that for a time i hoped you did it, that i wished you to do it - to follow me when i had left, to grab by arm and stop me with a rough "it won't be like this". and i remember looking back in that dark avenue. all for nothing, all the time. all in vain. you never followed me. you've always let me go. you never truly left me - even when you knew you no longer wanted me, you waited for me to realise that and save you all the trouble. and it hasn't changed when all was said and done. the first obstacle on the way made you turn back and take a different path. truly, you're a runner, not a warrior. and it kinda makes me feel sad for you.