Teacups and Pens

Runaway

There’s one thing she wanted to be,

she craved it so badly.

The idea was constantly racing

through her veins,

but she knew it was toxic.

She wanted to feel the wind

in her tangled, dirt-filled hair,

and feel the smoke

entangled within her lungs.

She wanted to feel hopeless,

like God could take her

and she would gladly fall

into his loving arms

at any moment.

The feeling of

truly living on edge, living like

there’s no tomorrow.

She knew it was horrible,

and yet she still fantasized

about this runaway life.