Love that slips away

I search for love I never got. Sometimes, I grow desperate, so desperate that I hurt myself.

They ask, Why do you want him? Just because he said he likes you?

I crave love, so whenever I see it, even slightly, I run—too fast— but love still slips away before I reach.

I fall. I bleed. I press a bandage to the wound, but it never truly heals.

And yet, I still search for love. Still, I run to it…