Really what I need is a hug but what do you say we run
away, our arms can be the only items we pack? Good
shoes are a help but I would run barefoot highways
if it means more minutes with you. I'm forever burning
anyway. You ignite me so that I'm cold from the heat,
drained from the energy of wanting so much you
wrap me up in you and never peel back that paper.

The truth for a moment? I want you well into pain
of teeth clenched until I hear your voice, the minute
I know my eyes will touch yours again is the minute
I know I am okay. No. I know. It's nothing like fair.

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