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.