Slit

Walking, working, barely breathing. 

My thoughts, far away. 

Heart aching, mind racing sleep does not come easily, nor last long. 

I still run,I still swing open the door, I stiall think you'll be there like before. 

Doesn't everybody out there know to never come around? 

Some things a heart won't listen to ,I'm still holding out for you. 

I am tired of chafing my heart against the want of you,of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. 

I gotta leave, I gotta go, there’s nothing here for me no more. 

I gotta be free, I gotta be somewhere that I can just be me. 

And I run, runaway. I’ll runaway. 

I miss you and everything you were to me.

You gonna miss me, F.

xx