Do I really want to run away from you? The eyes, the lips, the voice, the touch - they make me freefall to you, and I’m in this hypothetical junction: I should not have this feeling, but I can’t help it. I want to escape from you, but each day passes with me still remembering your face, as it has been etched so deep in my mind. I inadvertently curate every inch of your skin, every syllable of your words, keep them somewhere in my head. I should let it burn, burning so intense that I forget about what I really feel to you right now.
Do I really want to run away from you? I have left so many things unsaid, and now they are turning to infestations. I wonder what kind of effects my words will have to you. Will they change to even damaging diseases? I long to let them out, I long to say them to you, but you are behind an invisible barrier that turns a solid me into thin air, always there but I’m nowhere to be seen.
Do I really want to run away from you? I’ve dedicated my whole heart to you, but all I get is a destroyed, confused soul. My whole heart, my whole heart that I want to cut right out of my chest, and cleanse it from the very essence of you. I want the blood to just be mine. I don’t want them to resonate with your name.
Do I really want to run away from you?