Writing how I feel to try and cope
Because I am holding on, holding out for hope
That there is a chance, that there is a way
You will take the time to get back to me today
For once, I’m not feeling lesser
Maybe this is the new me, the better
I am not mad that it has been a few days
But waiting on you leaves me stuck in a haze
In my mind, it could be the worst or the best
You are who I am thinking of before I rest
I feel I am setting myself up to be hurt
But for just another chat with you, the pain would be worth
I try to get back to my daily grind
But I am caught stuck with you on my mind
Your eyes, they are the window to your soul
But when I look at them, that is when I feel whole
You are teaching me the art of patience
But I fear you won’t know how I feel until we are ancients
It is not a matter of distance or lack of passion
It is the fact that all this time is passin’
I do not want to rush whatever this is
But I feel neglected like a sink full of dishes
Maybe that is because I have not learned my lesson yet
But waiting on you has me feeling like credit card debt
I am interested in moving on from this stage
I really want to get on with it and turn this page
But there is probably no pay off coming for me
So I should just go ahead and admit we are not meant to be
All this doubt comes from a place of fear
A place where I know that you are not near
I am eroding from all this mental weathering
I should stop pretending this will become a better thing
I am not the kind of person to give up
But I should temper expectations in case they do not live up
To what the daydreams tell me can happen
Maybe I should just move on to afternoon nappin’
I am not hopelessly lost without you
But us finding each other is what I would like to do
How many ways can I say that I am interested
Just digging myself deeper in a hole, like the interest did
Is this stupidity or is this love
Whatever it is, it seems to fit me like a glove
I am stuck here alone writing these dull memoirs
When what I would rather be doing is talking to you beneath the stars
I know that this thinking of mine is wishful
But maybe one day, we can reminisce on days like this over a dishful
What am I doing, where is this going
Like a whale taking a breath, I feel like I am blowing
Something that started out weak but I hoped could become strong
So maybe I will just accept that I am not destined to love, I am destined to long