waiting game
Love is nothing but a waiting game
not a race to the finish line.
its that time in between
the time between each tear drop
each broken emotion
each body part ripped
and sewn back together
its that pain in your gut,
the one you feel right now
growing deeper inside.
we rush to the finish line.
but love is nothing but a waiting game
we long for a love so great the universe spins backwards
we long to reach for our own heart and sell it to a stranger.
we do nothing but race ourselves.
we are our own competitor
and we lose to our impatience
and impulsive desires
(2014)
