I just realized
I am not the one you are running away to,
but the one you are escaping from,
at the moment when you are struggling to free yourself form my arms...
again
another, and another again.

u always got ur place to hide in;
I found nowhere to hide myself instead.

All I can do is wandering, wandering,
and wandering with the wounds

All I need is a quiet place
where you tuck me in

I'm fine.