Commitment

My fear of commitment goes further

than running when someone gets close.

It goes further

than building a wall around my heart.

It means

the heart I wear on my sleeve

is always moving,

too fast to catch,

too fast to bleed.

It means

I don't bother to save contacts.

Unsaved numbers filling up my phone,

so I don't fill the graveyard of contacts

which serves no use but to haunt me.

It means

I don't rely on my phone to remember

because I know

eventually

there will be no need to remember.

Yet

as I fly by,

faster than a gust of wind,

my heart always bleeds.

02/06/2023