I hear your footsteps nearing,
and I feel your presence around me.
I do not move; I wait for you.
I knoew you stand behind me,
like a stalker in the night,
scared of love and affection.
Is it truly me you run from?
Or is it your fear you run to?
You leave me cold, locked out in the rain.
I see you watching me from the outside,
contemplating on whether you should knock on my heart's door.
Only, not it is different,
I will not let you back into my life,
because I finally have control.
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