Marathon

Sometimes when I'm running you're in front of me and I'm dashing towards you in a frenzied sprint. Your faster then me and I can never catch you.I fumble after you. My stride is sloppy and yours is text book. My legs are screaming.Sometimes you slow down and let me get into arms length and I think I might get to you. I'm dieing but maybe if I dig deep, spend the last piece of strength in my beaten body you'll let me have you. And you always let me spend it baby. Then you look back and smile and turn it on again and your out of sight. This is your game. Other times you're right behind me coming up fast. I can hear the soft clatter of your footsteps just over my shoulder and I run like hell to get away. You could overtake me anytime you want but you like to watch me squirm. So you run me down till there's no blood in my legs just acid and I'm broken down on the side of the road screaming for a little mercy and that's when you pass me by and leave me there to be beaten and robbed and killed. You're the only person I've ever met that I want to run to and from at the same time.