In The Middle

I deal with oxymoron's and confusing feelings all the time.
Come by once in a while, but dont be seen please because
when I look at you, I can only see my greatest joy and ultimate mistake.
You are a vessel of fear that sends my heart on shock, so I run away when I crave your touch.
Running away...
ha, how that does me so much pride; It's pretty useless really when my thoughts opt to sit and wait for your arrival.
Never ending are these physical strides; leaping and jumping happen too because the goal is to get away from you.
But whats the point? Wheres the prize? I can't run away from you without fleeing what makes me.
My image is yours to a certain degree, so I end up trying to escape a wilderness of mirrors.
In the middle isn't where you belong, beating myself up, knowing this fact all along, yet I have the answer.
I'll put you ahead, where anything from birth to death can happen.

Later Days