The Fox and the Hunter

It got harder because, she has pieces of me she's running away with. She's running away with promises she's made. I never meant to share myself with someone that ran when they didn't know what to do, but honestly when I shared myself, I never thought that person would be her stepping on me like stones in a stream. She was my rock, but she just was never on my team. She wasn't sailing through my river bed. When I put all my trust in her, I ended up falling like a child on a swing set. I was a fox and she was the hunter. Telling me, she'd never kill me, but she stood there with the gun in her hands. She walked away without a scratch, but hated me enough to put bullets in my back.