I hate when people push me out of line, leaving me stranded in a gray area. Do they deserve my patience when they leave me in limbo? Here, nothing is whole or certain, only quiet in-betweens that feel endless. I hate the pauses that stretch too long, the weight of waiting, the ache of being suspended in the air.
Most of all, I hate being neglected.
If clarity comes, let it be sharp and unforgiving. If pain follows, so be it. If beauty turns to ruin, at least it was once beautiful. I will endure because I deserve the truth. I deserve more, I always have.