It’s so funny that. The moment I walk away from “love”. It does its best to find me. 

The fear of commitment alone. Is enough to make me sick. And no, this ain’t no figurative illness.

But let’s be clear. It’s not the actual commitment. That haunts me in the dark.

I’m talking about broken hearts in the shadows. Soul-less individuals lingering in dark corners. The pillow of unrequited love leaving me breathless.

See I’ve done so much for the wrong ones. I don’t even want to try a “good” one. And it’s not because I’m afraid of being loved.

Fearing being awakened for no reason.......Now that’s got me shook up. Knowing if I let him in, he always has the option to leave.

Because that’s what I won’t do. I’m not willing to part ways again. I just won’t say goodbye anymore.

Those words are painful. They mark the end of all things. They establish that finality. 

So if you ever see me running. I’m not running for my life. I’m running for my heart. 

I’m running, keeping up my guard. I’m running to remain sane. I’m running, staying in my single lane. 

I’m not asking to be chased. I swear I just need some space. Ok I lied; I need an escape.

We just found happiness; us three. Yea we get sad sometimes but. Without the sad, there could be no happy.

In a world of kept promises and words. Good intentions and even better actions. Maintenance of self-worth and self-love. 

There’s no reason for tears. No room to house any fears. And time is always on our side.