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…
The speculators (spectators) wait
And frankly, so do I


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