Never-ending love

This is a hurt that cannot be parched.
I feel like the pain is flowing through my chest but you don't see it, don't even look to see.
As I embrace your wounded body your tears stream from your already red eyes and I can feel your body shaking against mine, your mind allowing you to become totaly at ease in my presense.
I am as stiff as a stick as I continue to shield myself from the hurt I have yet to feel from your words but know it will soon come.
I can feel the future, the pretense of the pain yet to come and I am afraid.
You lean on me now for support, but what will become of us in time.
I know you will forget all of the meaningless things I have said to you and only one thing will stick in your memory.
The way I RAN.
I will run away from you, blindly as i have done before.
I will not stop or cease to continue running and even if you appear before me, your arms outstretched, I will flee.
I cannot bear to look into your eyes when you see what I've done, the things that I have commited.
I know you will no longer love me, no longer be proud of the way I stood tall through everything and pretended that I was okay.
You will be angry, harsh, and unloving in the way you describe me to our once mutual friends.
They will come to hate me and I will look at them in awe.
I will not be afraid anymore.

Through all of this hurt, the tears breaking my heart and falling at your feet, I know when you turn away there will be someone there.
Someone who will not be ashamed of me, who will not look down on me because of all of the horrid things I have done.
They will love me, protect me, guard me and guide me.
Even though I have become afraid, lost hope in this short time, they will be back there....running along side me and waiting for me to need someone to carry me when I get too tired to run.
They will gently set me on the ground, blocking me from the harsh sun and hugging me with their gracious arms.
I will soon begin to replay what happened before I ran, your once harsh words and the way you continued to stare at me in awe when I began to pack for the run...
And as I look back I will see someone there, passing me clothes as I pack, running away from the one person to whome I would always love.

The someone will then usher me out the door, shielding me from the anger of your fists and protecting me from the bluntness of your crushing weight.
He will then remind me that he will always be there for me, even when I continue to go to others, who will not satisfy my need for love.
After he reasurres me of his love he will begin to mend my broken heart and bones as I run and he will run with me, until I am safe away from you.
Strangly after I ran from him the first time I expected his love to end, I expected him to give up....but it was not something I'd hoped for.

You see, I'd given up my hope to find never-ending love.
After all of the bruised arms ....all of the bleeding wrists and broken hearts...I'd given up the hope that others had.
What I didn't understand was that the hope had never given up on me...
My never ending love ran beside me, carried my fragile heart in his careful hands and always continued to love me.