“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.”
Time drains the blood from me
Who knew you could be lifeless but not quite dead?
These limbs are decaying within unfulfilled purposes
Known truly to but a few
My companionship is flawed due to
My own notion of morality
I am a child hoping somebody will cut
The rough corners off my life
I think that if you love me
You will take my burdens as your own
But these shoulders must feel the pain to live
I think that you will charge with steel armour
Into kingdoms unknown and fight the battle for me
I think that if you cared you'd talk to her
You'd find the words that I could never
The wisdom granted to your hands could rectify
The wrongs I have built up so sorrily
But I am wrong , twofold
You may still be the means but you
Cannot turn the hearts for
You are not God.
I have also come to realize that
On these rainy days you cannot sit
In my place and wait for her
And you can never forget the one you have not met.
This suffering is exclusively for me
These shoulders must fulfill their need
Because I was wrong.
And I forgive you for my lofty expectations
So my friend please, forgive me for them too.