I am sorry, but I have already ran.
I have ran so far past any possibility that in my mind;
it is over...
I know this isn't fair to you,
but I cannot love.
It is too much to ask of me when I am this broken.
I am sorry but I have ran, so far, so fast that the beginning was just a moment, and the inevitable ending;
I skipped.
Here I am;
left without a trace of you,
but covered in scars.
There you stand,
with no explanation,
and it is all my fault.
Yet, despite it all,
I still cannot convince myself to turn around.