i wish patience wasn’t a virtue
that want wasn’t so wanton at times
that love truly at times just frustrates and disappoints
that missing someone could make you want to say goodbye
if only to stop missing them so badly
and realize the very next moment
the reason you want to leave
is to escape the pain of being left
candied words
subdue
questions.
iloveyous
wreath the unanswered.
recalling all
the good
the happened
the known
waylaying the unknown for another day…
a magic trick that works only because i stay silent.
earnestness urging patience
to gather its resolve
once again
weary yet wary
small talk kept small
deflated sighs
crease the static air
your words crow
over mine
crowding them out
i relent once more
haha haha
hollow sounds
dutifully follow
half heard
half-baked
meanings
tuned out
intotheindigo 