Kiss Me....Kiss Me....Kiss Me....

I am bruised and emotionally spent. I feel as if time is escaping me, I keep running but cannot latch on. You are also escaping me. Running and hiding. I can tell by your fastidious disposition. Is it me you fear or what I have become? I cannot change how uninviting I look to you. I want you to look at me with the same fascination of days before, instead you look at me with such antipathy. My beauty is what makes you stay, I know. I want you to kiss me like the very first time because only then will I know that I am okay, that we are okay. I feel dissolution breathing down my neck. I hope its just my unruly paranoia and not the inevitable. I love you.