Winning the race .

It's been a while since I last fell.

I recall being lost in the midst of it all...

So that happened, it could have been worse...

I've conjured every poisonous emotion that you could have given to me. It could have been better, it could have been worse...

Better in the sense that when I tripped and fell in the race chasing after your love, you would turn around sacrificing your first place, to pick me up and make victory as we transcended across the finish line.

You told me "I care" only because you desired the sweet words on your tongue rather than the bitter lies burning in your mouth...

The taste was mellifluous.

Guest stared in my life more times than I could remember, always as the one to hurt me...

Lost in your sweet bliss of chaos. I was supposed to be your addiction to pain. I wanted to be your cure of it all...

I wanted to be your only flaw.

But instead, I was your dejected trophy gathering dust upon your wall.

The truth was independent to my opinion. Hallucinating potential in you.

I suffered through the loss of you without the memory of you ever being mine.

Oh my love for you was so pure, so gentle, and so unconditional, that of Aphrodite, that it didn't ache, not once.

In this momentous race, I loved more than I cried; and I cried a lot.

It had seemed to be that my tears watered Poseidon's deep blue seas.

My love was louder than the unfathomable excruciating pain that you afflicted on my tenuous heart...

But it occurred to me that your heart was already shackled to a memory...

So my heart paid for things I didn't do at the end of a hurdling sprint.

Quit dancing around the idea of you feeling the same way.

My feeble self stumbled, trembled to find my strength because there are some chasms that all the love in the world can't bridge.

Reborn from the dirt, I saved my decrepit heart.

I made it through the loneliness after all I am the belly of the beasts.

At the finish line, this witty force opened my eyes, revealing that the world is a flower still trying to blossom.

I swear no one had dimmed me unworthy as much as you waltzed on that...

But I AM beautiful don't you think?

Look...to be afraid and to keep going on, how brave and foolhardily am I?