When every ****** starts to hurt
When I realize my love hurts,
When my eyes open through sweat.
I am blind with you.
I simply don't. want. too.
What is holding me back from leaving tonight?
Your words of pressure?
The tiredness I feel listening to you?
My mind saying, repeating, screaming,
           "IT'S OVER."
But my heart saying, beating, and laughing,
           "LOVE AGAIN."
Is asking: Whats best for me?, selfish?
Why? Why do I simply not want to try...
This is the question I wrangle in my mind.
I stomp while I run.
Run, Run, Run,
getting farther and farther lost from
you; and your searching to strong arms.
For me and my sanity I run.
for me and you I want to not think.
As the stress pulls in,
the breathing tubes tighten,
and soon I'm somewhere new, and alone.
Finally the finish line.
The finish line is not what I thought it to be.