"So, what's your dream job?"
"President."

"Okay. And what job would your heart choose?"
*"Poet."

My body is aching to write some words
That seem to fit together
And make sense
Because there's nothing in this world
That's making any sense right now

I feel like I'm repeating the words
Of the bliss I feel when I'm wrapped safely in your arms
But I can't help
Falling in love with the way your fingers entwine with mine
Like it's the first time someone has ever held my hand

Every time a man is kind to me
In a way that you failed to be
I feel the burning from beneath the scars
As they unknowingly run their hands over places that your finger prints branded themselves onto me

Every time a man goes out of his way to show even the slightest affection
I spiral into confusion of not   knowing if I should believe anything you said
Because even though you told me you loved me all the time
You never made an effort to show me you loved me
You never randomly called or wrote me letters or called me beautiful out of nowhere
You would just say I love you like a recording always ready to be played when the timing was right



Every time a man treats me the way you always told me I should be treated
Even though you failed to treat me that way
I cannot appreciate their kindness but am left with the aching question:
Why wasn't I enough for you?

I am so terribly calculated and impulsive at the same time I am constantly causing my own meltdowns

I'm not sure if patience is a virtue but I am pretty sure good things don't come to those who wait because the early bird gets the worm and there's still movement in slow and steady because you can't win a race if you don't move

My mentality has always been "if you have to think about wanting me then you probably don't deserve me" and I will never wait around for a man to decide whether or not he loves me because he's only wasting both our time



But with you...
Well everything slows down
And the things that I never stop thinking about escape my mind when I sit next to you
And I hate waiting more than anything else in this world
But looking at you and wondering what my hand would feel like in yours and what it would be like to wake up next to you
For the first time in my life
I feel like I found something worth waiting for

I like how one minute I'll be laughing
And then you'll kiss me
Passion floods between our lips
And you pull my body
Temptingly close to yours

And things aren't so funny anymore

Sometimes we have to go through the brutal process of letting go
And saying goodbye

Even if the other goodbye
Was said long before you were able to form the words