running

 I always run from the ones who care the most.

it scares me to bare my true self, to be fully exposed

it takes a lot for me to come undone, to let my mind repose 

but the ones who care the most never run.

they love me for me – all my flaws and my ripped seams – and they pull me in close

but somehow I still find myself lying to my own heart, 

I guess I’ve been running from the start