You made my heart race, then.
Eyes wide and breath spent,
Laughing.

You were my heart, then.
Held close and warm hands,
Touching.

It was me, back then.
Back and forth again,
Fickle.

Speaking harshly, I left.
Trying hard, so hard,
No to cry.



This is what I became.
I don't know how it started.
I don't know when it will end.


I always want to run away.


Why am I like this?


Your heart was light, before.
But strong to the core.
Resilient.

Your heart was mine, before.
But was held inside more.
Protected.

It was you, before.
A hundred years or more.
I waited for.

Speaking sweetly, you chase.
Trying hard, so hard to
Keep me here.