The perks of a temporary life

on the run

live fast, die young,
lost souls,
burnt lung,
hearts accelerating
as fast as speeding cars,
always on the run.

—
the steps
—
you leave
—
print my soul
—
in colors
—
I did not know they even existed.
—
get close,
leave space,
prepare for your next mistake.
—

if you ever decide not to stay,
don't wrap it up nicely with shiny
golden wrapping paper,
rip the band aid off ,
sweep the collected bunch of dirt
away,
tell me why'd you wanna run away.

-
we run from the things ,
we crave the most
because we fear
them just slipping

a w a y .

run.
run .
run .
right into my weak arms
spitting the words out, -the ones-
we were chewing on,
like gum that gets awfully
tasteless
but never really disappears.
a sting in the guts,
a wasp waiting to cause trouble.
-
wait up.
stay.