The Waiting Game: A Poem
Tears welled up in my eyes
As if it were their natural disposition
On a mission
To cease existence
Arms yearning to be painted crimson
Trapped in a suicidal prison
All because you left
Death:
My only companion
Thoughts telling me to down these pills
Jump off a canyon
That would be so grand
For absolutely no one
I can’t do it
I know this is no solution
To quell the pollution
That’s running rampant in my mind
Time
Is the only cure
Yet I don’t know how much more I can endure
You’re
The best person I have yet to meet
Elite
Were all your qualities
Honestly
The normal ones and the oddities
Modesty
Was your go to
But I’ll still hype you up
For you were my all and everything
But time split us
And I miss us
I miss you
Shit, you are always in my head
During the day and when I’m in bed
It’s like love led
Me down a cliff
And I landed on my heart
Shattered art
Now look what’s left
You’re doing fine
Happy with another guy
And I’m a mess
Broken, lonely, and depressed
Speaking about natural disposition
Maybe I should take it upon myself
And use my intuition
And make better decisions
And listen
To others
When they say don’t fall in love
Because maybe I’m the problem
Is it my general presentation
Maybe poor communication
Is it that I avoid complications
And am prone to humiliation
Or possibly it’s my concentration
Too eager to find the one
And my new “love” becomes the sun
In my own personal solar system
This pain has brought new wisdom
But I wonder
Am I to never love again?
Am I destined to live the lonely life
Depression be my only wife
A matrimony filled with strife
I would rather take up the knife
I find my savior in time
A force neither cruel or sublime
Just is
Fine time,
I’ll trust that you’ll lead the stars to align
For me to find someone to be theirs
And them to be mine
I’ll play the waiting game
And work on staying sane
Love myself and my flaws
Pick myself up when I fall
And I believe that’s what we should all do
