An End to Nothing

You probably thought
that I would stop running
when you were out of sight.

Funnily enough, I thought the same for you.

I expect that to be true,
all things considered.

You and your weaponry sounds off,
seeming to be ignorant
of my white flag,
planted in the ground
so long ago,
with the word
"Truce"
painted on.

Maybe you desire not
"Truce",
but
"Surrender" instead.

Apparently,
we had not been together for long enough, then.

By the time we went our separate ways,
I had already dried my tears,
vented the frustrations,
and burned the bridge.

I surrendered to myself.

I won't give in to someone unworthy of the act.

Maybe you find the life I lead unsuitable.
Maybe you know better.

But I'm stubborn to those like you.
Let me lead life,
and fail when I fall.

I'll get up.

I'll get up every time.

With help, with goals, with my eyes set on the future,

I'll keep on.