I can be anyone you want,
darling,
I can shift, I can bend,
I can—
I can break.
Oh, I can break.
But right now—
right now—
right now I need to be your lover.
Not a stranger,
not a shadow,
not a
MAYBE ONE DAY…
I need to be the breath in your lungs,
the static under your skin,
the ache in your bones when you wake up too fast and swear you felt me there.
I was…
But time is a cruel, slow god
and patience is a cage with rusted bars
and I
I
I
am losing myself inside it.
I can see it.
I can see
US
Not in fragments, not in fleeting dreams,
not in—
SOMEDAY
But in a life with walls and windows and hands that don’t let go.
In a world where waiting is over and we don’t bleed for time anymore.
Where I am yours without a clock between us.
But not yet…
NOT YET
Not yet, so I stay.
Not yet, so I hold.
Not yet, so I swallow
the madness and let it simmer in my gut
until it kills me from the inside out.
I do not know how to be patient when the future already belongs to me.
I do not know how to be sane when you exist in a time I cannot touch.
I do not know how to be whole when half of me is waiting for you.
My hands shake when I write your name.
My thoughts slip like loose threads,
unraveling,
twisting,
spelling things backwards—
See?
Se?
Ees?
But they all mean the same thing.
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
and you are not even mine yet.
Yet.
Yet.
YET..
I can be anyone you want, darling,
I can wait, I can hold, I can burn,
I can wear patience like a noose and call it devotion,
I can
I can
I can
BUT IT HURTS…
God, it hurts.
But you are worth every second
For you