rushed out
dirt kicked
asphalt gripped
and i am gaping
open flesh wound  
infected with your insensitivity
blame it on
dopamine
bone dry
tongue manages to barely slip out a
goodbye
no hug
no kiss
while my arms are wide
asking where is this coming from?
tripping over cracks in the sidewalk to wander
why?
you don't want to do this right now
you want to run
i want to run after you
you want to drown in black dreams and ******* pupils
i want to barrel out of this tunnel and into the light of our peripherals
because this isn't the worst we've fought through
and we can fight through this if you choose to
ill stand beside you
i hate being behind you
every time you
rush out.