Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

is is called running.

e act of moving at great speeds

to the point where the only thing you're chasing,

is your breath.

We hate running

but I'm running.

I'm running to give this to you.

I'm running and I won't stop running

til I find you.

I won't stop running til you get this bottle.

I won't stop running.

I won't stop running.

I just won't.

I need you to get this bottle.

I need you to love me.

…

But then suddenly I see you

and I can't run anymore.

I don't feel love.

I feel hurt.

Angry!

I feel?

I-

I can't feel anything…

I dropped the glass bottle of you.

I didn't even watch the glass hit the floor.

I run to you and scream with all this angry

and tears escaping my eyes.

I grab your shoulders and scream.

I scream so loud wondering, why?

Why couldn't you love me?

Love us?