The first thing
I fell in love with
was the way you wrote.
So sweet,
so innocent,
light on my mind
and had me high
all the time.

I can run
and run
for as long as I please,
But I can never seem
to lose you.
You tailgate me
as if your life depends on it,
and I wonder why you have
such an staunch fascination with me.

In the end,
you always catch up,
heart still calm and
breathing still unnoticeable.
Not a droplet of sweat on your forehead.

And I become yours for
the time being.

After our quarrels,
I do believe that it is
a combination of nostalgia
and fear that bring us back together.
We know that an image of another person
can never replace the memories
we have made,
and we fear that one of us
may become happier than the other
if we truly end.

I wonder if you ever look back
and see what you created.
You tore me down,
made to barely have any life,
and expected me
to follow your every command.
You knew I was developing,
and made it a mission
for me to develop to your liking.

Since our splitting,
I have sprung into all four seasons,
not even a feather weighing
against me.
I have been smiling larger,
and thinking of ways
I can extend my life,
instead of ending it prematurely.

You're still out there,
and I hope you are well,
but I carry no sympathy
for a person who once
attempted to take advantage of me.

I am aware
that you look at everyone else,
aching to do
the things we cannot.
I promise that in time
we will get to.

You make me feel
all the love
that I have lost
in my lifetime.

Live,
so you can tell
your story of survival
to the people
who need it.