Yet I Run

I'm sorry that I run.
That I embody the rodents I adore
And flee at the unknown.
I'm sorry that you terrify me.
I want to stay-
Beyond belief I want to stay.
But I'm not a fighter,
So I take flight.

I need to be chased;
Hunted.
I wish it wasn't the case, but
I don't think I'll ever stop
Unless someone stops me.

I want you to stop me.

I want to be stopped for you.

If I had the capacity within myself
I would do it right now.
I would keep to you until my breath
Quickened and dissipated,
And as an empty vessel I fell.

The truth is simple:
You terrify me.
And whether that's beautiful
Or disturbing
It's fact.

I could love you.
If I could stop running.