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?
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