Tell them

A Poem by Chyna

" I was never the one that got away, do not lie when you tell the story,
Tell them i am the one that clawed at your face and bit your hand to loosen its grip,
The one that ran and stumbled and fell as you pursued; grazed her knees and cut her hands on rocks;
The one got up and scampered away as branches scratched her skin,
Who felt the wind in her ears- heart thumping, chest wheezing, skin bleeding and still felt no pain, only this all-consuming desperation to make my escape, to never have to see that face.
My dearest love and loathed enemy; you give me little credit-i was never just the one that got away"