Who?

I followed you barefooted without questioning it
down by the narrow road paved with promises,
I was the insignificant other but matter somehow
when each day you went running and begged for me each night,
I listened and cured every sorrow you had
By drawing them carefully in the palm of my hand,
I walked in the bad company of my demons a long road,
leaving no broken hearts, not even a  lit cigarette, not being slowed.
I hated you sometimes for walking too fast and leaving me behind
But never wiped you off my skin, out of my mind.


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