everybody runs

my walk soon turns to a run as i glance behind me. i quickly sprint away from my past as i try desperately to avoid my future. my pathetic goals and failed attempts at love follow my ever changing pace, waiting for me to trip on an untied shoelace or a sidewalk crack that someone forgot to fill. i should, in the end, let them catch up, but i avoid the unavoidable for as long as possible until one day i fall and just forget to get back up. so hurry. bury them in your dust. who knows, you might meet some really cool people who are running from the same things you are. because everybody runs.

and my feet are getting tired

it's taking way too long to walk the distance between
who we are and who we wished we'd be.
it's such an amazing thing to listen and to see.
so i was thinking maybe we could watch the sunset silently.
i feel like i'm drowning and i'm missing you more than air.

i love you

i have a new love.
as soon as one dies, another is born,
and vica-versa, and versa-vica.
well, more often than not,
you die in the process of another love being born,
like in many cases with a mother and her new born.
so, is it worth giving life just to give yours in the process?
i ask you this requiring no pity,
but asking only that you never love again,
unless, of course,
a death wish is on the tip of your tongue in the form of
"i love you."