I’m the girl made for Second thoughts, Lukewarm hand-me-down gestures, And affections in the form of His leftovers.
Figured I would be first in line For His fondness; Yet I see that My place had the stability Of quicksand.
The [intimate] nickname I displayed proudly Was not gold-plated or permanently mounted high, Rather, One of those thin, interchangeable Plastic tags that can be switched With another, When there’s an adjustment in personnel.
I certainly have my pride. So, I will quietly gather What rightfully belongs to me And love myself, From now on…
I wish to accelerate time Defy natural law Fast forward To the moment where you Love me better. Wistfully you realize That your Present Self is In need of the Future You A Prospect In your former skin. A Prototype Of your future self.
You. Powerless to give And Incapable of containing Me. Lacked essence Meanwhile I spend mine into a void interdependence. Loving the Idea of You. I’m Miserly with Moments Courted by Glimpses & Wooed by Potential.
You are left dazed By my excess And ashamed By your lack. Quick trips to a hidden reservoir Leaving me behind to Maintain our Masquerade.
But I shall wait Here. Denying the traces of them Who pale in comparison To the You That returns.
peculiar. it is. while you drift from fear to love's folly, and one beautiful possibility to another, I. stand next to you, frozen in a solitary teardrop, and wait for you to notice that it's me [holding your hand].