Quirk

I'll say goodbye now.
Even with a dry mouth.
Please don't cry, how.
Can, I, fly South.
For the winter.
When you're in me like a splinter?
You're under my skin.

So I'll go North.
To run from the source.
That made me change my course.
I wont even pause.
To catch my breath.
I don't need a rest.
But you're under my skin.

After a few months, maybe a year.
I will come back, from facing my fears.
Leaving you will, reduce me to tears.
But I will not cry, in front of my peers.
I'll come back stronger.
Staning no longer.
With you under my skin.
-Harry