sometimes the fall

i'm not 

able to comprehend

distance in the context

and inevitability of 

emotions,

revolving around expectations, or a lack there of -

of it for you. 

not it. 

like waiting to be kissed

- tagged

by your bruises 

running around with bleeding knees 

and aching joints

we're getting older - 

but not old enough, for you to believe

me when i say 

i'm not it; 

you don't think. 

tired, skin on skin, 

it's about time, 

laugh and a look, like you want me stationary

"you make me feel something"

not leading you 

to any safe place, there is no safe

count again

from ten. 

run, 

chase - 

you promise to tag, 

i'm not it?