waiting
I'm alway the one waiting for others and I just don't think my heart can take that for much longer.
One part of me says "the connection, the ways we parallel, makes it worth trying" while the other part of me says, "you need to back off cause you're getting hurt."
I'm tired of people coming and going as they please. I'm tired of people bringing me back when they see me going away. They end up leaving once they've gotten what they want from me anyways.
I look into their eyes and it breaks me. I can see all their love, their hate, their hurt, their passion. Those eyes look at me with desire, but also with fear. Are they so afraid of all I see? And yet, they see the exact same thing in me.
Tell me, how did two opaque figures appear clearly to one another?
One part of me says "the connection, the ways we parallel, makes it worth trying" while the other part of me says, "you need to back off cause you're getting hurt."
I'm tired of people coming and going as they please. I'm tired of people bringing me back when they see me going away. They end up leaving once they've gotten what they want from me anyways.
I look into their eyes and it breaks me. I can see all their love, their hate, their hurt, their passion. Those eyes look at me with desire, but also with fear. Are they so afraid of all I see? And yet, they see the exact same thing in me.
Tell me, how did two opaque figures appear clearly to one another?