That Route

I knew there was a sharp spear
Implanted into the ground
Waiting, anticipating my fall
The fall where I tripped
And fell for you.

That’s the reason why
I never took the route
That led to you,
That led to my fall,
Until this moment.

I was deluded in my optimism,
In my reasons and excuses,
In my hopeful ways and thoughts,
That you would meet me half way
Through that route that led to you.

But I ran all the way to the end.
The end that signaled my fall,
The fall where I tripped,
But never fell into your arms.
Instead, my heart was impaled.

Impaled by the sharpness of the spear,
That was implanted into the ground,
Of the route that led to you.