patience is not a virtue of mine
though for all the waiting i've done
i might as well be expert
waiting waiting
for something, someone
to happen to me
in this moment, i feel too close
to the end of waiting
as these days drag on
i've moved closer than i ever have
of knowing myself and knowing you
but all that's left to do
is wait for you
waiting and not knowing
is like a clamp on my lungs
yet would i rather not know,
than accept another bruise
if the answer is not the one i'm waiting for?
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