I run away

I tell him he feels like home I never had, he is that soul I knew even before we ever met,

the familiar smile, that connection they say you’ld just know when you find.

He is the reason I have been bunking work, dodging friends, avoiding going out till 4am.

Reality is more interesting than my dreams if I wake up to his arms.

Its good, it’s just how they told it is to be.

He got me tell him “I like you” in my drunk rapturous fit,

and then I run away in the morning so I don’t get attached to his warmth and his scent.

I got him wonder what I really want, and I tell him – Its just good, too good.  Like they showed in the movies.

It gets me scared like what if I end up catching unnecessary feelings like the dogs catch fleas..

and what if it's my heart's grave and not the flower bed I'm digging?
Why shall I waste time nurturing all these plants 
when there's 50% chances of somebody else walking away with my flowers.

I like the anticipation he begets in me, the hint of something dangerous, the stormy passion,
I like how unsafe my heart is around him and then I go reducing risk in my Run-Aways,
I know he hates my indecisive attitude, probably cuz he doesn't get what he is capable of doing to me..
Maybe he sees a human in his Office mirrors, maybe he really is not a super human..
I envy his mom when he says she is the only woman he has ever loved.

It could be love, and then I run away..

Its too good, like magic and I know it will vanish, like the ghost under my bed when I try to find it;

Or like Gods when somebody murders or when somebody you love is dying.

It’s good, we are each other’s human drug; I can’t run too far before I come back for my dose of him.

And just like a month back, despite the resistance we are about to give in again...

When I run away.