Poems

Him, Time, and the Mad Itch.

I'm tired of waiting.
And you know that is impossible because I am patient.
I'll wait for anyone no matter the situation.
But when it comes to waiting for you,
It's different.
Time tears me apart slowly without conveying clearly if we're getting closer or falling apart.
Pain is something I don't mind enduring. For a person I truly care about to a stranger or an enemy, I will gladly take away their pain and save them at the maximum of my ability as I can from their demons.
I'm okay with it.

But I can't with you.
Why? Anyone would ask.
Why? Because the pain is an itching sensation that would drive a person mad. Sharp nail sink into my flesh tearing at my skin trying to rid myself of the itch. But it only comes back.

I'm tired of waiting.
It seems the people that bring me the most happiness bring me twice as much sadness.
Congratulations.
You're the second person to pull this illusion on me.
I think about you everyday and every conversation we have has a meaning to me. I constantly worry about how I'm going to reply or what to do if you leave me on read.
The itching grows and the nails sink deeper.

I'm tired of waiting.
You told me yourself that you would to make one into two but the government is the only thing in your way.
Okay. I get it. I have my restraints.
But I don't want to sit here and waste my year getting my hopes up and creating feelings that I will have to do my best to dump once you have your diploma. You'll be gone and I will be just another girl from your past and I can't take that.
The itching grows more fierce and my nails start to become dull desperately trying to ease the rash.

I'm tired of wating
I'm not saying I want to give you up. I've come to close to you to even think the fatal thought.
To give you up would only give me poison ivy on every inch of my body. My nails would become more dull as I loose mind.
I tell myself I'm not the jealous type, but when it comes to you....
I wouldn't be able to handle you with another girl. I know we aren't forever but we are right now.
When I see you hanging with other girls on an adventure you didn't even think to invite me too I feel replaced. I over think.
I'm not good enough.
I'm too young.
I'm immature compared in age.

I'm tired of waiting.
Because I feel trapped in this false skin of mine rapped in tight vines injecting it's itching poison into me.
Please don't say goodbye,
But please don't make me wait,
Yet don't break my heart.

Why must you be the reason I fall apart?