Running
By Lyric Freak
For the usuals.
I'm not JK, she's a genius, I quite - obviously - am not.
.
Running.
It feels like I'm running miles and miles.
Like a child, running just for the thrill of feeling the world rush past me.
I feel like a kid, running from the fears I had.
Flashes of fiery hair whip in front of my eyes, my messy curls cascading out behind me.
My arms clutching tightly to my books.
My feet running, one hitting the floor after another.
Each slap of shoe on floor, matching my frantic heartbeat.
The corridors fly past my eyes, but I don't see them.
All I see is him.
As if he's been pasted in front of my eyes.
All I hear is his voice.
As if the record is stuck and I can't change it.
All I can feel is his lips.
Moving against mine in momentary heaven.
All I can smell is him.
As if I'm in his arms once more.
I'm running, but I can't escape.
I'll never outrun it.
For I am running from myself.
Running, forever running.
Because I will not accept,
That I Am In Love with James Potter.