The More I Run, the Closer I Am to Love

The ratatat echo gets softer
Since walls push together
Until love and I are sharing oxygen
Making emissions with every breath expelled
Poisoning the sky;
A bitter acid rain
Burning with every sizzling drop,
But disintegrating my resent
Despite the overwhelming evaporation
And down pour
The freezing shock,
And the failure
Of every escape route.
I drink it in
To quench the burning itch
On my insides