two miles

times like this,

i am reminded

that i am

impulsive

and ruled

by my own

self-serving

selfish

(redundant)

emotions

im still too foolish

to be aware--in the moment

of everything im saying

i still throw fits

when i dont

get my way

i hold my breath

till we both

almost

pass out

you from

trying

to keep up with me

and me from

running away

but our hearts aren't in it

in truth

i'm running

out of

breath

from

flailing my arms

reaching out

for a hug

that your

unbudging

crossed

arms

refuse

to offer

what a terrible pattern

of two broken people

how dare we--how foolish

it is

for us to even begin

to ask

where it is

you fit in

from here

i'm in need

of a lot

of saving

i've been doing

a lot

of running

i'm in dire need

of a way back home