Tag Archives: wait

more or less.

i need.
more
of [you]
and more
of [this].
and more
of the look
in your left eye
as i collapse
into your grasp.

i need
less
of the [defeated]
and less
of holding [back]
and less
of trying not
to say all the words
i’ve kept inside for years.

more or less,
that’s what
we’re waiting for.

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leave.

i know why
it’s so hard
to leave.
because what if,
there was still
that chance?
what if,
somehow
i made it all up?

why do they stay
for so long?
for too long?
because what if,
you and her
could make it?
what if,
somehow the ground
would swallow me up?


foam.

stretch and wait;
what’s it like
to be the one
silently asking?
you’ve put those
words in my mouth,
and it doesn’t matter
how many times
i spit them out.

stretch and wait;
what’s it like
to be the one
waiting for the end?
patiently and quietly
i wait for you
to discover –
to admit defeat –
you’ll spit me out.


[pantone].

please stop.
you’re a
monster
in my mind.
i wonder
if there
will ever
be a day
without
your threatening
shadow.

please stop.
do i still
visit your
dreams?
do you wonder
if there
will ever
be a day
we hold
each other
again?

please stop.
i can’t stop.
she won’t stop.
you must stop.
please stop.
stem the flow.
beat the rats.
heal.
heal
heal.
don’t let go.


salary.

how many
games
do you have
the patience
for?
playing
the long
game;
the waiting
game. again.

is it worth
your heart?
do you
remember
that you’re
still living?
do you
remember
this is all
there is?


temporary.

how quickly
the growing
affection,
turned and
became a
haunting,
tepid shadow.

“but i
longed for
you
all day.”

her cries
met with
stoic silence
and clear,
distanced eyes.
paralysed and
treading water.

“it was
never enough;
simply to
yearn; wait.”

begin again.


pull.

i felt the pull;
slowly but building quickly
until all at once.

40 vs 60;
i want to fall
into it.

clawing back out
is such a different
path.

maybe i’m
leaving
her alone.

offering space
and affection
from afar.

the doubts remain;
my skepticism is
genetic and permanent.

do i push more
or wait?
i wait.

i’ll always wait;
equivalent pain,
yet less public vulnerability.

i don’t see
sense in
my brain;

offering doomsday predictions
yet still fostering
the smallest hope.

today i’m a
stone cold wall
of sarcasm
and solidarity.

tomorrow i’m a
hopeless heart
seeking connection
and love.

this life peels
strips off my
heart daily.

soon the pull
on my lungs
will be too much;

heart emaciated,
ribs brittle and sparse;
soft, fleshy lungs.
awaiting sentencing.


copper.

wait for the
storm,
my darling;
it may not
pass,
but once
you are in,
you will know.

the force;
you have
no choice;
but to bleed
and scream.

a thunderous
freedom
is carried;
your voice will
stutter;
your wings
clipped and
broken.

but the wind
will be louder
and the lightning
warmer.
and the electricity
simmers;
on your sticky
skin.

wait for the
storm,
my darling;
ride it
and pray
it never ends.


the winning percentage.

if you took
the average;
shook it up,
turned it around,
and placed it
on a spirit level.

what percentage?

if you took
a measure,
a survey;
qualitative and
quantitative;
the results conclusive.

what percentage?

because. when i take
stock and breathe;
i shake it;
i turn around;
i go away and
come back again.

what percentage?

because. when i take
time and analyse.
the measure;
the percentage
of tears versus kisses,
is incontrovertible.


magnesium.

simplistic,
regulated
heart rhythms.

touch the sides;
breathe deep
and wide.

you’ve been playing
catch‑up
all your life.

have you
ever even
touched it?

when the
moon shines,
does it touch you?

i feel
the blood;
tearing your veins.

my fingers
trace the hole
in your heart;

but the stutter;
it shocks
it stuns.

and i return.
beaten wings
and bruised lips;

are the only
sign, your heart
was once alive.

have you
ever even
touched it?

simplistic,
regulated
heart rhythms.