waiting for the past

i’m waiting for this moment to pass

for it to be a speck in the past

for it to overcome how long it lasts

for time to mellow and mend

what seems to tear and nearly rend

to accept the deep cut scars

to scream through the anger

and cry away the dull-throbbing pain

i’m waiting for this moment

to stop being so present

so painfully cruel

and to leave

without being

begged

because i will.

 

 

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