The Cruelest Mile

The first mile is in total spite,
to prove that you were never right.
Passing headlights and strangers
Whose eyes are most obviously fixed on me.
I wish you were fixated on me.

The second mile I'm in full stride,
not even thinking of your flight.
Presumably gone to - where ever.
Then you creep in with that dagger hanging by your side.
Eviscerate me - you've already poisoned my mind.

The third mile that blade twists deeper into my side.
The only thing spilling (besides my lifeblood) is pride.
Now you're the only lucid thought I've left.
Inundated with thoughts of you and heavy gasps for oxygen,
this is what I feel as I reach the end.