not to love
never telling you i love you,
i close my eyes sometimes
and see you in my sleep
like you’re so far
and i’m so close to you
and everything is okay
i can only run,
i cannot love or live
and if i die then so be it
no one would cry,
no flowers sent
its like a paradox,
i’m running in the woods
and theres this question
and everyone wants an answer
and i’m so fucking young
and i’m such a young fuckup
that i don’t have one
please stop asking if i bleed
because i can’t give you an answer
all i know is that i’m me.
and i hate who that is.