May 2017
Right Now,
it is not you I miss,
it is not our love that I want back,
It is the words and anger I bombarded
that I want to take back,
and the moment before I tore you apart,
I miss it so I can;
put down my phone and think to myself.
Sum up my feelings, take a breath, and count to ten.
Write with a pen and paper, and conclude this is
not working out.
It ran its course, and courses remain on their ground but
different runners come and run their trail every day.
I will run, I won’t lay in bed, but I will never disclose
so much anger again.
Even if you did not reciprocate the way I wanted,
I was wrong to be so cruel to you.
Even though I was terrified of saying we weren’t working out,
one of us had to do it. And it was you.
We can’t help how we feel, and we can’t fight how we feel either.
Since we are done, and you are no longer mine,
the only fight I am fighting is for myself to be healthy again
so I can run courses on my own and feel the wind in my face,
see kind people on the street who wave to me,
and I will know I will run another course with someone who
can fulfill what I need and I know this won’t be a long distance
relationship.
Ours ran its course, but our lives are our own now.
Live yours, I’ll live mine.
Step step step,
turn turn turn,
look out for that branch on the concrete,
and be sure to give
a real
mile.
it is not you I miss,
it is not our love that I want back,
It is the words and anger I bombarded
that I want to take back,
and the moment before I tore you apart,
I miss it so I can;
put down my phone and think to myself.
Sum up my feelings, take a breath, and count to ten.
Write with a pen and paper, and conclude this is
not working out.
It ran its course, and courses remain on their ground but
different runners come and run their trail every day.
I will run, I won’t lay in bed, but I will never disclose
so much anger again.
Even if you did not reciprocate the way I wanted,
I was wrong to be so cruel to you.
Even though I was terrified of saying we weren’t working out,
one of us had to do it. And it was you.
We can’t help how we feel, and we can’t fight how we feel either.
Since we are done, and you are no longer mine,
the only fight I am fighting is for myself to be healthy again
so I can run courses on my own and feel the wind in my face,
see kind people on the street who wave to me,
and I will know I will run another course with someone who
can fulfill what I need and I know this won’t be a long distance
relationship.
Ours ran its course, but our lives are our own now.
Live yours, I’ll live mine.
Step step step,
turn turn turn,
look out for that branch on the concrete,
and be sure to give
a real
mile.
When you love someone, you must put in effort to see them as much as you can if you are long distance. This didn't work out. Even though it feels as if a weight has lifted off, I lost my cool. When it comes to love, it is not enough to jus text and text all day. It means effort t and going out of ones way to see someone when you can't always. I am a runner too, and running is always theraputic. You have to give a mile, whether it is you r love for someone, or love for you running career.
