erosion of the heart

the thunder

To run is to run for freedom

You're running from what's oppressing you

Or what's chasing you

Clawing at your hair

Peeling at your skin

As you struggle to get ahold of yourself

And this precarious situation.

So why am i running from you

When you're not oppressing me

Or chasing me

But getting lost in my hair with your fingertips

Running your mouth over the skin at my throat

Letting me say what can be done and what can't

In this delicate situation.

I am not scared

I am not nervous

But perhaps a little wary.

Maybe I am running because I want something else

Maybe I am not ready

For this type of situation

Maybe I never will be

And for that

I am truly sorry.