Running

How am I suppose to find
the words to explain
my reasons for wanting
to be with you?

I doesn't even know
if I can make
things right,
like turning back
in time to when I met you
that first night.

Maybe I messed up
too much being
messed up,
but I'm trying
to be a better man.

If my words were my
downfall,
then maybe they can
lift me back up.

It's almost as if you scooped
up my heart
when I stumbled and lost it,
and kept it wrapped tightly
in your purse pocket;
there's no other way
to explain why I feel so
close to you
when you've been on the run.