dead last...

You know that saying, if you love something let it go, does that apply when they leave more than once? When you fear them leaving more than you see them stay? When do you walk away? When its easier for them to leave than to stay? What's the protocol of being in love? And if the answer is to leave then, give me the stepsto mend a broken heart. I have lovedand to my knowledge been loved, but treated as such, not long enough.This love shit aint hard when both parties give a fuck? It starts the same, and i finish last. Always the crying one the one still hanging on a dream. Why me? I love and I get lost. I want the finish line, where me and my team cross. Its like I touch the rope, and it breaks shatters and when I turn to look for my runningmate. There's nothing. Im in the three legged race with no partner. While the stands l.o.l. at my foolish moves. My partner untied herself a long time ago, but I missed it. Too busy being happy to even have a partner. To even be in the race. Thinking I made it to the finish line, when my race had ended before I knew. I'm sweating from carrying my own weight. And as defeat drowns my eyes i'm back in the stands. Cheering again for the winning team. Da team im never on. The race my team enters and I never complete. To many times my teammates supporters have taken my position in the track. I must not have big shoes to fill, must be one size fits all, cause variousrunners have replaced me. Or maybe this whole time I had it wrong. Maybe I'm the track the players practice on. So when they get their new team I'm the foundation on which their lives take change. So take me from the stands I'm looking up at the winneres. As their victory lands in my face. I aint no runner dont have no place. But I'm gonna sit here and be stepped on. And forgotten. I'll be in that race. Someone will see more than a test run. Someone will not see a track or someone in the stands. Theyw ill see their partner. Our victory. And I will be my own foundation. And that finish line streamer, will wrap around my partner and I as we embrace victory. All the past teams we been on that proved less promising. And as the seats empty, my the race is over. And my happily ever after begins...the end.