If I'm being honest I'm terrified of you
You have wasted all this time
Running away
Every time I tried to care about you
And now you're leaving
And I'm expected to stay here
Wait for you?
How does that make sense
I'm the grand scene of things?
This is not where the story begins
I cannot just be your rock
When I have finally freed myself
From all the pain that's wearing me down
This grief is weight enough
When I'm not stuck at home worried about you
A whole sea away
Wondering if you'll really be there for me
When you get home
I'm not sure I can be yours
If you're going to be leaving me alone
YOU ARE READING
Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
