Boiling Point
When he's throwing things across the
room at me. When I can hear his footsteps
booming down the hall after me yelling
for me to stop all the way to the
front door. When he finally catches up
to me and yells at me about how running
away won't fix a **** thing, but
bolting is all I know so I keep running
until all I can't hear him any more. Until
all that surrounds me is the noise of
cars passing me as I escape from
both of us.

Room Temperature**
When he finds me sitting on a park
bench by the water clutching my
sweater closer to me, shivering in the
bitter wind because I ran out without my
coat again. When he sits next to me and
we sit in silence for what feels like hours.
When he finally speaks and apologizes for
everything, even though we both know
it was my fault. When he pulls me into
his arms and I don't feel the urge to
run away any more. I know the
feeling won't last so I sink into him
and try to let go for as long as I can.