I Like The Way

I like the way

you retreat from my cries,

how you scowl and frown

as I howl at the moon,

longing for what has passed.

I like the way

you run away at the

thought of me,

how you take on a marathon

just to avoid me

I like the way

you barely utter two phrases to me

before, like a phantom,

you are gone, into the wind

leaving me wondering and waiting.

I like the way I'm lying right now,

because I don't like any of this.

I don't like how it's all crashing and burning.