The rest of the night passes in fitful slumber.
When I wake up,
You've moved to the other room.
I slip out of bed and head downstairs,
trying not to wake you.
I don't want to see your face again
My running clothes smell like shit
but I throw them on because I need a run now more than anything.
While I'm dressing,
I get a whiff of your cologne.
It makes me swoon.
Your taste lingers in my mouth
as my feet pound the pavement.
I try to pound away this headache
and any thoughts I ever had of you and I.
I'm running from you,
your lips, your hair, your smell,
the way you laugh, the way you talk,
the way you tricked me into thinking you loved me.
I'm running from it all.
My feet slam onto the pavement
and I imagine your skull being crushed under them.
(how could you?)
The rain picks up,
hiding the tears that are now stinging my eyes
because I realize that I was stupid to let you in.
(maybe I deserve this)
I might have seen right through