It takes two to be IN love.
She’s running from you. You burned her, bruised her, marked her and she’s running. You will never be able to catch her. Although you have made her weak, you are weaker. Your black heart and black soul could never grasp the golden light that emanates from her. Not for your lack of trying, of course; you will chase her. You will try, even if you die trying, to grab a hold on her and suffocate every last breath within her.
She’s running from you. She has gotten such a head start, she needn't worry, but it only makes her want to run faster, to put distance between you both. To be safe, to be strong, to be free. She could not want anything more at that moment than freedom. To breathe the freshest of air, to taste the most delicious fruit, to live and die in her own right. She will try, even if she dies trying, to grab a hold of that freedom and live with every last breath within her.
She’s running from you. You are close behind, you will catch her this time. You will smother her with your love, and punish her for not reciprocating. You think she should pay for not loving you. You think she deserves it. You will never let her escape your love, for no one else could love such a woman as you do. Let her try to run, let her die trying, she will never outrun you, even if she uses the last breath within her.
She’s flying from you. Soaring over and above any place you could possibly reach. She is safe, she is strong, and she is free. She will breathe the freshest air, and taste the most delicious fruit. With the golden light radiating off her, encircling her as she floats, she watches you run in circles. You can not catch her now, unless you die trying, for the price of her freedom was the last breath within her.