Wiped the tears of my eyes.
Hugged me all through the night.
Finally I felt better than nice,
until he was gone too, I was left in fright.

Somehow I survived, it's been a year,
still afraid of love, I know it'll never last.
Hoping not to meet it again, I live in fear.
Scared by my future, scarred by my past.

~~Poet's Note~~
Surviving something is usually easier than overcoming it. The one in the poem prefers to run, from their life, their thoughts, problems, everything.
I don’t blame them though. Maybe someday, sometime, somewhere they can love again. But for now they want to run, and I'll let them run through the woods as a free wolf.