Lost, Found, And Chosen.

On Your Timing

Do you see me crying outside your doorstep?

Or maybe do you think it's just the rain

As it's skimming my cheeks.

You should be able to tell the difference.

You did the deed with that person.

And I saw the whole thing.

Heard you moaning, all those dirty whispers in their ear.

And I've never felt more ashamed.

I walked away.

And I gave you that distance and you begged me to come back.

Told me it was the thrill and the rush.

One I apparently never gave you.

Oh, but of course that's my fault.

Like i'm supposed to be able to read your mind,

Do what you want when you won't to tell me what's up.

So why do you want me back?

You can't act a fool and then apologize on your timing.

Expect me to change your timing.

Expect me to be there on your timing.

Expect anything from me on your timing.

The time I gave you already is enough.

And you threw that way the second you put that into someone else.

You want that steady consistency i gave you now,

When you're finally finished doing the shenanigans.

While I'm still crying into my bed sheets, blaming god.

Telling the world nothing I've been through because of you.

Because that trust is broken.

And I'm still healing on your timing.