I can't believe how much it hurts,
to stay mad at you.
It's hard to imagine how far away you are,
when you are so near.
Some things I hate,
but you I love.
I hate hurting like this,
I hate beating myself up over something,
small.
I hate running without a trail,
without having a plan for stable ground.
What will come of all?
Where will our future land?
That's what hurts so much.
I cannot answer my own questions,
and yet,
neither can you because only time holds
these secrets.
Being patient can't help me,
thinking of the best just makes me want more.
Being the one I have always wanted,
is just teasing me!
If I had the chance,
I would be time...
A woman's mind only makes sense,
when she's all there.
When can the one who completes me,
patch up what I see as allusions.
Help me be whole again,
help me hold on by giving me your hand.
Give me deep breaths when my face swells
with tears. Most of all,
give me my sanity back by being with you.
