Other Half

In a hurry, on my way, nearly there, can you hear me;

Will you wait throughout the struggle, will you be able to bear my burden;

Are you getting tired yet, have you reached your limit;

At any moment now, I’ll catch you leaving, any day now, you’ll vanish from my life;

How will I make it through this, try to understand my fear;

I’m not ready, I’ll never be able to take this pain;

Breaking away now, I’m able to see the other side;

The unfairness of it all, the tears I never saw coming from your eyes;

So blinded by my own, never noticing your aching heart;

How could I have been so thoughtless, when did I become this selfish;

Busy balancing my weight on your shoulders instead of helping you cast it off;

So focused on the smudge on the glass, while avoiding the broken mirror at my feet;

A ticking clock, small whispers growing into louder warnings;

Go left, go back, turn around, back up, try taking it slow, you’re heading the wrong way;

A billion pointing fingers, but no helping hand in sight;

Wrong advice, backwards thinking, immature impulses,

Two minutes of unimaginable joy, long nights of worried overthinking;

Taking it a day at a time; unsure if we’ll even see tomorrow anymore;

Emotions running high, patience running thin;

Treading lightly to avoid commotion, trouble waiting at every corner turned;

A question of worth, a moment of anger, a wave of doubt;

Butterflies in my stomach, bad attempt at a hidden smile, sweaty hands held at the side;

Don’t make it obvious, it’s all good, no need to act strange;

Should there be any worry, it’s not what it looks like, has it gone too far;

Was it the fear of failure, or the commitment, could it be the murmurs, why did I allow myself to acknowledge the fear;

Not a doubt of purpose, so why the struggle, certain of the connection, so why the wait;

A clear definition of love, a demonstration of validation given;

There’s only room for two, should’ve put up a sign, a border, who let the jury in;

Going 25 at a 40, whole world coming to a halt, could the storm have come at a better time;

Being heard but not listened to, being told to speak in a moment of silence;

Good intentions, unseen prayers, wise counsel sought out, a muffled cry heard through the night;

Humanity shares pain, though it hardly serves justice, yet a loss is guaranteed;

It’s a world of give and take, learning to compromise, knowing your wish won’t be granted;

Realizing what growing up means, figuring out happily ever after’s aren’t picture perfect;

Too soon to speak, too far deep in, too blinded by the problem present;

Try to believe in the impossible, be hopeful for the dawn that comes after the dusk;

Silence when the adults speak, speak up though cause you're an adult;

Being tossed between opinions, falling in between people’s speculations, finding ourselves on the tip of everyone’s tongue;

Not a doubt in my mind, hoping the feeling is mutual, making sure I’m enough for another day;

More than a sentiment, far from a fleeting feeling, not your typical onscreen pair;

Let me into your heart, not just your home, tell me your thoughts, not just your dreams;

Count on me in your darkest moments, call me during greatest victories;

We’ve endured the unfairness, we’re working through the current mess, we can reach our own beginning;

Mistakes are made known, lessons have been learnt, ignorance being left for good;

The bond can no longer be broken, hold onto my hand when you feel shaken;

I won’t give in and I won’t give us up;

Our promises are just up ahead, take a closer look;

Cause the best is yet to come.