a long time ago, i wrote a story about a girl

who was trapped in her own backyard

staring up at a fence she dreamed of crossing

and was welcomed by her chosen family 

after she fled what she was always told was perfect

at another point i wrote about 

a character losing all her memory of her life before

to find that she was the villain in her prime

brainwashed by the ones she loved 

i see now that i knew it all when i was younger

i knew everything since the moment i put pen to paper

it was all i knew, but i didn't understand

and now i get the call from him 

in the middle of the night 

saying that he finally sees it, that he needs to run

and suddenly it clicks, the bond we have

the silent understanding of bleeding soldiers

serving a vigilant leader unquestionable 

and that is what brought us together in the first place

a bond of two aspiring runaways 

with the feeble courage

of the child that once said nothing