the chase

i have always been the boy to crave the chase- 

the thrill of seeking 

as winds of adventure brush my face.

i love the illusions of holding you close-

dreams don’t hurt 

the theoretical always pleases the most.

close contact burns my skin 

and open wounds ache 

when intimacy is rubbed in.

adrenaline pumps through me as i hunt 

but the rush dissipates 

when i get what i want.

reciprocated affection doesn’t seem right 

a flaw within my partner 

so i decide to take flight. 

now i am the one who runs 

for no apparent reason,

except for

the impending fear

of being pinned down by my own heartless treason.