I have a tendency to run away.
from life.
from love.
from discomfort.
from disappointment.
from frustration.
I hope one day I realize running away can only be justified if someone is chasing you,
otherwise you are just heading deeper into space.
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I tend to run away from you a lot,
in times when I probably desire your embrace the most. I think it is because I cannot face you when you are troubled by me, the guilt manufesting a dome that confines my ability to function.
I do not think you realize this, and that fault is mine.
I then leave you,
creating myself an island of despair,
never bothering to learn to swim.