I am tired of being the one who runs after someone.
Never minding the pain of being left behind.
Until someone like me, who happens to chase someone too tapped my back and said
"I'm tired of running after you. Can you stop?"
Before I even continue to run, he was already running far.
I turned back to the man and said, "Okay. Let's go somewhere else."
That's when I realized I was wasting time for someone who never saw me. Like I did to the guy who chased me.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
