This poem was also written when I was 16, but I cannot remember the context in which I wrote it. It is short and unfinished.
Beauty ran from the Beast, and I ran from you.
Ending the story on a high note.
Might have looked like I was scared.
I think that you got the wrong end of the stick.
Never believe what you do not know
Ever afters never come true.
Failed in life and love again.
Only the stars know what happened.
Random balls of burning fire
End their life with a bang.
Very well, I think that I will
End my life without a sound
Running, running, away from you.