I could still run.
I could put my hand in his,
Forget the way you smell.
Like linen and honey.
I could go to the land of faeries,
Of jigs and fiddles.
I could trade your green eyes,
For his blue ones.
The way you sleep,
Like a giant cat.
The way you are warm and comfortable.
The way you hold me,
The way your laugh sounds,
The faces you make.
The way your tears glisten.
The way you are everything to me,
How a single word,
Falling from your lips could break me completely.
Forgive my fear.
Forgive my lack of faith.
But nothing will change,
And I am afraid.
Japheg, Nemo.
But I have to Run.
