I'm running out of ways
To poetically admit
that i still hate myself for loving you.
I'm running out of space
to occupy the new scars
that relieve the pain i feel for you.
I'm running out of energy
to cry the tears i feel
when alone & not with you.
I'm running out of patience
this infinite abyss
will soon encompass me.
I'm running out of time
I no longer can wait --
spare each despairingly moment
without you.
I'm running out of love.
How long must I wait?
Do you have any decency for the pain i am to bear?