The One Who Ran

Dark pleasures, secrets that remain untold.
Subservience that wasn't subservient.
We took it and ran,
Glad to have found what we thought was bliss.

What I thought was bliss.
Momentarily.

And then I awoke, to find myself back
in that familar territory, which I had marked
with the past. The past, that doesn't ever seem to be forgotten.

Confusion, reigns.
I slowly sink back into nonchalance.