Love runs sometimes too, you see. It gets scared of entrapment, like you and me, and it runs. I feel it at times, slipping between my fingers at the late hours of the night, when I am too tired to keep it despite its will. Love is as elusive a concept as it is to hold on to, when everything screams through imaginary amplifiers those irrefutable differences of our nature. We said the big words much too soon, I fear. We forced our steps to lead us to a safer place, since we both once felt love’s other face and tangled webs pulling us down, down below where creatures feasted upon our eagerness. It is not wise to try to mock the gods. It is not wise to turn your back to reason. As much as we wish it, love runs sometimes and we can’t keep it here. Even if we crave it, saddly it runs…

We have not yet the mind for the sacrifice needed to keep such force amongst us. Love, love; in your name we prayed once but our faith is hollow, since we both know how easy it is before the dawn comes to renounce you. Love runs sometimes too, you see. It gets scared of entrapment by us, then it runs…❤️😔

©️ Beatriz Esmer