Run....

I’m ready to run.
Ready to run from all feelings.
From all emotions that’s attached to him.
Only because it does not feel recuperated.
So I’m afraid.
Petrified to be left standing on a cliff alone.
Without him to catch me.
To be my assurance that I’m not the only one in this.
But I fear rejection.
So I’m running.
Running back to what I know.
Loneliness.
Where there is no pain from possible heartache.
I rather put on a front like I don’t care.
Act nonchalant about how I feel when he wraps his arms around me.
Or how the pure sound of his heartbeat puts my mind at ease.
And his eyes.
His eyes tells a story that even if it was only told in braille, I would learn how to read it.

Maybe if I remain patient and hope.
But hope is not good enough.
My pride wants me to run.
Because my mind is tired of wondering.
And in the real world....there are no happy endings.


Gone....