The Throw

I ran toward you like a bull to a matador, and sped past every flag like I was racing. I reasoned over every negative just to feel the serenity of being under you again. The presence and passion we shared reminded me of times long past when you maybe had once cared for me. Now, you’ve become no more than a specter that haunts my memories while removing me from your life as though I’m just last week’s leftovers. Well, I can assure you, those leftovers are safer than the way you fish lined me to and fro until it was easier for you to cut me free than to keep a prize that would require earning.