She’s a pusher (and she’ll topple over I bet)

In love,
I’m not in it, but I find I misunderstand it
I find I long for it with focused intensity, but…
I’m a runner, a pusher, a shover
Laces tied, sprinting fast
Not running as a challenge, but hindered by fear

Can I be caught?
So far, no
I wonder if it’ll ever be “yes”
When I’ll stop long enough to breathe
Dropping the baggage weighing me down
Not now, but…
Someday?
The speculators (spectators) wait
And frankly, so do I

6 comments

  1. I like your poem.

    ” I wonder if itโ€™ll ever be โ€œyesโ€”

    Yes Yes Yes
    Never
    Say
    Never
    ๐Ÿ™‚

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