The Patterns: No Shoes Just Socks

-
They've been
asking
about you lately.

And well I guess it makes sense because, you 
disappeared 
so suddenly.

To them that is
but
you know the real story...

Or... well? That's if you 
remember
it the same way.

Considering you tried to play
victim
even after the way things swayed.

Even after how things played out,
you
decided it was you who was did wrong.








When I left a place I used to feel
safe
with no shoes just socks.




When I left a place I used to feel
safe
with my stretched out shirt that you dragged on.



When I left a place I used to feel
safe
with no bag, no keys.



When I left that way, trying to get
away
some how it's you that felt weak?


It's you who felt vulnerable?
It's you who felt the right to ask
"so are you gonna cut me off or what?
I'd like to know where I stand"



Did you know where you stood when you
chased
me around in circles like it was some fucked up game?



Saying no wasn't enough I almost went to
school
No shoes just socks?


Because I was
playing
hard to get...




and now your family keeps asking me
where
I've been?

Apparently you've been
saying
I been acting different.


and now your friends, and some of mine in the dark
keep
asking me where you've been.


Because you had infiltrated so much of my
life
that it became strange...



and now there's all these questions I
can't
answer.



All these things I don't want
to
think about.



Speak about.




And it makes sense, you
disappeared
so suddenly.


And good thing I moved out,
from
the place that's no longer safe.


Because if you ever came back...
you'd





be leaving in a body bag.










-Fez

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