running 

running 

running

can’t catch my breath --

anxiety has a home

inside my diaphragm,

and he dug a hole

inside my heart. 

 

i watch it grow deeper

as my feet get flightier;

i wasn’t built to be broken,

wasn’t made a fighter. 

 

i’m tired of expectations that make 

a perfect person not,

all the subtle flirtations

that make a friendship rot.

 

still, i dream of breathing deep

cologne and lovers lust

while fearing how little

i can truly trust. 

 

‘cause there’s no turning back

from a body on display,

no real love for a girl who 

knows she'll never stay. 

 

there is no safety

unless i'm  

running

running

running

 

from love.