You tell me to be honest.
My words catching in my throat.
A phrase I can't take back bursts from my lips.
"I like you."
The dam I had built up around my feelings,
Burst forth in a torrent.
My walls torn down in an instant.
I ask you to be patient.
Do not reject me yet.
I throw myself into misery.
Asking for a month before I'm given an answer.
Perhaps I'm delaying the inevitable.
Binding myself to you for the next month.
Handcuffing us together and tossing aside the key.
All so I may allow myself to clutch onto you for just a little longer.
Challenging myself to be patient.
Awaiting an answer.
Patiently wondering if the answer will burn.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Madman
PuisiShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
