Barbed Wire

I understand why the good die young.

Who could continue a life constantly on the run,

My hands and feet are so tired.

And I’ve tripped and fallen over miles and miles of barbed wire.

He kept running away,

While simultaneously staying in the same place.

And all I really wanted was to be pursued — to be chased.

I thought this time I’d be chosen,

But what a waste this all was.

Wanting, waiting, anticipating.

For you to run as far and as fast as I have come,

But, you always seem to run to another “someone”.

This race in life to find love, to find the one,

I thought would end with you.

You’ve shown me again this is no longer true.

People ask me; What else are you except tired?

I wish I knew. But, I know why the good die young,

So much blood is lost, when you get caught in barbed wire.