I just want to run away
And start something new
A blank slate of a town
Where I’m known by few.
And I want a new name
Maybe I’ll dye my hair red.
Go by Joselyn or maybe even Rebecca instead.
The new wardrobe is next
New jackets and dresses.
Leaving behind the old me and all her old messes.
I want a new apartment
That overlooks a city
Decorated in plants and decor I think is pretty.
But even if I did all this,
Would it even work?
You cant run from yourself and all that hurts.
Because even in a new town, new city, new flat, new name,
The heart that beats in my chest
Is still the same.
Evening Poems: Runaway
By the Brooke 