When you are waiting for someone,
Every passing car outside an open window is them.
Every ring of the phone startles you to awareness,
That you will pick up and hear their voice.
Every footfall in a quiet hall or door shutting downstairs,
Is them...
Disappointment.
Why am i always waiting?
Why am i always holding my breath,
Listening to the silence...
Hoping to hear you?
Am I afraid of all those things in the silence that used to hurt me?
The long, still nights of waiting up for someone who wasn't coming?
The knowing, the heavy feeling, of knowing the person you are waiting for,
Is in the arms of another?
I shame myself for thinking these thoughts of you,
You, who has been truer to me than all those before,
But at night, when i want you here with me,
The waiting is agonizing
The thoughts in my brain won't quit
And the longing is unbearable.
Is it possible to love a person too much?
So much that their absence just kills you inside...
But the waiting... its so much deeper.
Its not just waiting for your arrival anymore.
Its waiting for something that seems like its never coming...
The waiting for that look from you,
The soft touch that comes surprisingly at a moment,
One that is not begged for,
One where i dont have to nuzzle my head under your arm
Or lift your arms around me...
Waiting for words that i might never hear you utter,
And so i'm afraid to tell you how i feel,
Even when i look at you and my heart is bursting...
I have to silence myself
How long can i wait for you?
Wait for you to figure things out...
To figure out what you want out of this life
And how far you'll have to go to get it...
I was never any good at waiting
Impatience is an unfortunate virtue i wear like a hat...
It keeps these nights longer
And its keeps my feelings supressed
To the point of pain
I'm so tired of waiting.
I wish i could break this vicious desperation,
Wish i could finally convince myself that you're not like the others....
I need that conviction.
I need to know you'll be here when i wake...
I'm empty when you're not here,
Even for a moment. An hour.
I'm not even me anymore,
And i'm trying to fill the voids with books, music, cheerleading, work, anything....
But at the end of the day,
I just long to fall asleep in your arms...
To that reassurance, that comfort...
Not to your back.
Every passing car outside an open window is them.
Every ring of the phone startles you to awareness,
That you will pick up and hear their voice.
Every footfall in a quiet hall or door shutting downstairs,
Is them...
Disappointment.
Why am i always waiting?
Why am i always holding my breath,
Listening to the silence...
Hoping to hear you?
Am I afraid of all those things in the silence that used to hurt me?
The long, still nights of waiting up for someone who wasn't coming?
The knowing, the heavy feeling, of knowing the person you are waiting for,
Is in the arms of another?
I shame myself for thinking these thoughts of you,
You, who has been truer to me than all those before,
But at night, when i want you here with me,
The waiting is agonizing
The thoughts in my brain won't quit
And the longing is unbearable.
Is it possible to love a person too much?
So much that their absence just kills you inside...
But the waiting... its so much deeper.
Its not just waiting for your arrival anymore.
Its waiting for something that seems like its never coming...
The waiting for that look from you,
The soft touch that comes surprisingly at a moment,
One that is not begged for,
One where i dont have to nuzzle my head under your arm
Or lift your arms around me...
Waiting for words that i might never hear you utter,
And so i'm afraid to tell you how i feel,
Even when i look at you and my heart is bursting...
I have to silence myself
How long can i wait for you?
Wait for you to figure things out...
To figure out what you want out of this life
And how far you'll have to go to get it...
I was never any good at waiting
Impatience is an unfortunate virtue i wear like a hat...
It keeps these nights longer
And its keeps my feelings supressed
To the point of pain
I'm so tired of waiting.
I wish i could break this vicious desperation,
Wish i could finally convince myself that you're not like the others....
I need that conviction.
I need to know you'll be here when i wake...
I'm empty when you're not here,
Even for a moment. An hour.
I'm not even me anymore,
And i'm trying to fill the voids with books, music, cheerleading, work, anything....
But at the end of the day,
I just long to fall asleep in your arms...
To that reassurance, that comfort...
Not to your back.
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