Consequence

She picks herself up from another fall. She looks around, and sees the speeding world walk past her. She's in the middle of everything, yet again. Trapped in the center. Trapped in a world she never wanted to be part of. It's all so clear, but not clear enough. Nothing's enough. They are all trying too hard to impress her. Trying too hard to catch her attention. And she doesn't need any of that. She just needs one thing. Just that one thing, and nothing more. She needs the truth. To find the reason behind her existence. To know why he left. And to understand why she still feels alone even after all she's been given.

She is a mess. She feeds on other peoples' miseries. Their pains make her strong. Their tears make her smile. She steals their hearts, and leave them into pieces. Her heart's been tainted with grief. She knows not to love. She knows that once she does, karma will come crashing down upon her. She knows the consequence. So she keeps running away.

She runs as fast as she can, but never fast enough. She always falls behind. Life is always ahead of her. Life always finds a way to bring her back to reality. Back to where she belongs. Back to the scary world of love. She always ends up running back to where she keeps trying to run away from.