I wake up for you,
wait up for you.
I paint pictures in my mind
and watch them dry too.
I’m restless and stressed,
It’s nothing new,
but truthfully it hurts…
these things that I do.
I bend for you,
I break for you.
Still slowing down to wait for you.
You don’t notice me
or if you do it’s fleeting.
The messages I keep typing
and then deleting.
Wondering,
“what will he think of me?”
Revolving around,
like a satellite in orbit,
my own time is forfeit.
How much more?
…
It
hurts…
Why am I waiting?
Stalling and deflating?
Freefalling…
in love,
in waiting.
About the Creator
Caitlyn Wenzel
I don't live to write, I write to live.
Poetry is what I need in order to feel human again, and again.
Let me transform the unspeakable.
I hope my words can reach you.
- Caitlyn
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