I run at the first warning sign, and bang down doors searching for an escape route. I run when I sense a spark in the room; a mere flicker of a flame that threatens to burn down everything I once knew. I run at the first sniff of poison in the air; at the thought of being trapped forever in a house I might spend the rest of my life in.
Sometimes, my feelings become so overwhelming that I can't see past them.
I don't want to be that girl you feel you have to love in order to save.
I don't want to be that angel in your mind who's broken her wings; whom you want to restore, and return to heaven again.