I tend to run away just when things turn good.
Why?
I am not sure.
It could be because I run a risk of heartbreak,
and enduring that pain for so long makes you want to avoid it.
It's like I purposely try to sabotage my own future to protect my heart in a gated vulnerable contraption.
Maybe it's because I am afraid he will get tired of me:

The way I laugh
The way I cry
  The way I sing in the car
   The way I cook
     The way I dance

I am worried that I love too hard; a hopeless romantic so soon to be forgotten. I am worried that I will overwhelm him with my sensibility and carelessness- my desire to run free with no set routine carved in stone. I am worried that I will touch him too much or kiss his lips too often.

I am either too much or too little.
Too close or too distant
Too hot or too cold
Too funny or too aloof
I try so hard to be normal and a lovable creature in this inhabitable world, that maybe I scare people off.
I only know how to be me and maybe it just takes time until the universe allows you to find your own ******.