And if there's anything I'm guilty of
Then it was the fact that I always wear my heart on my sleeve.

In hopes you might catch a glimpse of it
and run the fabric between your fingers
before you leave.

I'm always going to be a little too much
and you,
too little, too late.

This is my pattern,
my wounding,
my fate.

I feel you fade and even though I shouldn't,

I wait.