You were still sleeping when I left, when I crept out with the night. As dawn shyly appeared, blushing, embarrassed on my behalf… I hurried, worried, it was rather sordid, as it always is – quick, quick… I was the proverbial thief.
Birds fly away when summer ends, I run away when I get scared. I relish the initial chase, so exciting and safe when it’s all on the surface. As soon as I start to feel, the minute that it gets deep, I freeze: a deer with no headlights, I panic and do a Moonlight flit.
I crave and dread intimacy — ultimately, I’d rather live in the fantasy.
You’re gonna think I was a liar, my words cheap lines borrowed from a bad writer, but the truth is: I’m just a coward — I ran because I felt cornered & I’m unable to move forward.
So, baby, if I left – as you slept – it’s because I was scared.
Too scared to love you.