Endless Game

They chase

the taillights of my love,

as they bleed red onto

the rainy streets.

I'm running,

reaching out

and trying to grab something that won't slip away,

but each time I find myself

screaming at the empty street that lies ahead.

It sickens me to think

that I want people to hear my screams,

but they go unnoticed every time

and I'm left wondering if I should stop running

and let the chasers catch up to me.

I'm unattainable,

I'm a wreck

but no one will be that for me

because I'm chasing nothing but myself.

I'm letting the car lights behind me blind

whatever is ahead

and I settle for less

every single time.