A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

The Race

I got tired of chasing you,
So I slowed to a jog.
I slowed some more, started to walk.
And then I stopped.


I looked around at this mess on the ground,
Broken pieces of me scattered around.
As I caught my breath, in that instance,
I saw your back in the distance.


You were still running like someone was on your tail.
But I was the only one travelling that trail.
Like I was still giving chase,
You raced and raced.


I watched and did not follow.
I had finally come to my senses.
Understood that some views
Are better seen from a distance.


I had learned in that moment,
That pause in the race,
That I could not spend my whole life chasing after someone
When it was obvious it would have been a waste.


I could never catch up to you.
I stopped running, as I was meant to,
When your figure began to fade from view,
Understanding that to love you was to lose you.


I stopped running,
I stopped jogging,
I stopped walking.
And, at the end, I hope I'll stop loving too.