There are butterflies in my mind, urging me to run.
You love me too much, too deeply; and I run.
Scared to be seen, scared to understand; and I run.
Out of breath, out of logical thoughts, but I run.
But your love for me feels so real, as if we were the only lovers in this storm.
But your love for me feels so good, as if you pull me into a safe place.
But your love for me feels so right, as if you are the part that makes me whole.
But your love for me is a lie, a fantasy that will never be.
Your sugar words won’t feed me.
Your romantic ideas won’t inspire me.
Your intensity just scares me.
You’re loving me too much, and it will be my death.
And I run and I run.
I run away from your thieving heart.
I run away from your perfect mind.
I run away from you until I can hide in your arms, again.