wasted time.
are you afraid that we’ll lose ourselves to a failed attempt?
that we’ll become a blank page filled with contempt?
cause i get confused sometimes.
i dont understand the need for arguments and our lackluster energy
and in turn, forget that breathing is secondary.
for what is breath without a reason to sustain it?
we wouldnt have come all this way for something that didnt fit.
i guess sometimes we just need a place of our own,
where our lungs dont need their full capacity and our thoughts can roam.
where sleeping leaves a dent in the continuum
but we try, we try to continue.
“she angers so easily now, and all i seem to do is let loose the hurt she’s hiding from everyone, including me. but still, i try. i cajole and i spoil, i soothe and i encourage.
I Love You’s are dense with feeling but are also accompanied with worry and i dont know where ive gone wrong.
sarcasm drips off our tongues and i am anything but sufficient.
a fear grips me and i contemplate asking too many questions, but i stop myself out of an even bigger fear of having those questions push her right out the door.
i dont know that ive enough in me to keep another being happy, satisfied or better off, but she says i do.
there is no one i trust more than she; there is no one who could hurt me more than she.”
i dont need from you what i am,
i dont need from you the same sentiment; no, ma’am.
just understanding and patience, and we’ll get by.
an exchange of your love for mine.
hold on with me now, and we’ll have no end.
keep secure our hearts, and we’ll soon cross this bend.
