Pavement

This was a set up.
A trap.
A trick.
A game.
I thought that we were equals but spent this whole time getting played.
I'm stumbling and I'm tired.
I didn't know that this love would be a race.
Every time I see the finish line, the calm, the rest, the prize.
You put up a detour sign.
Just a few more miles.
Just a few more miles.
The sidelines are full of people who look hopeful.
Hopeful we lose, hopeful I pull through, hopeful we win.
I'm tired.
Of pushing, of running, and I'm tired of being parallel to you.
Never touching.
Almost there.
What if I just sat down awhile?