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a little something old for, you know. the vd...

i want you, my love, to watch me run,
to want to watch me intently
to see the measure of me in every stride.

i am not the fastest you'll see,
the heartiest,
the farthest from the starter's gun.

but watch me run and you will see the
heart that races faster than the others,
the mind denying all but what my legs require,
beating furiously to make the best of me,
who i am, paired with who i try to be.

watch my eyes as i tell you why i run,
see the weakness,
see the strength i answer it with.

watch me, and search my eyes,
in my moments of doubt and self-derision.

watch me, see the photos frozen,
the moments caught before they
trickle between our fingers.

if you see, and love what you see,
in those moments captured,
of doubt defeated,
of me giving myself a chance,
and trying to speak to a heart then unknown,
then it is you,
and here i am.