The Runner's High Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

You came, like an exam or a race,
And I was in it, up for the chase
The prize; the finish line.
The test; would I make it in time?

She loved you, she said
Without you, she'd surely be dead
But, I worshiped your core
And it seems you needed that fix more

Like hell's fire-fueled chasers
I was your 'numero uno' racer
It was more chemicals through the vein
It was you getting your fix, devouring my pain

You left her that day, walked out on her
I cried in your arms, and asked were you sure?
I was there at the end of the line
Thinking it was finally our time to shine.

You were high from my affection
But, only because you saw yourself in my reflection
Turns out it was a narcissist's pursuit, another 'you' romance
You were still caged in your self-adoring trance

You didn't stop fully, that day
No, being fulfilled, done, complete, 'finito' just wasn't your way
You kept right on running that race
You gulped down more air and attempted another chase

You see it was a high you desired
Through me, her, and others—the adrenaline, elation, the fire
And there was no stopping, as you pushed harder in a sprint
Every second you sucked down air and begged for one more hit

But when you couldn't stop going, I saw the disaster
Spotted the demolition much faster
Sickly, pale, alabaster
Yet I, the slave, still bowed to the master

I sealed my eyes with super glue; as you continued to feed
off the rest, all while you continued to lead
Us straight towards a cliff
Taking another lick, a hit, or a sniff

It was never enough, you couldn't stop using
As my heart was hacked, bloody and oozing
No matter the end result, which was to murder us, to die
I finally accepted; it was The Runner's High

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