why do i wait for you?
why do i hope that you are who i thought you'd be when you are far from it - a splitting beam of light over a plane mirror turns you into fractals of the ugly truth.
you were never worth the wait.
maybe it would have been different if you knew i was on the other side.
perhaps when you arrive you'll know what patience looks like.
or not, i don't have much of it left.
YOU ARE READING
the Cloud & her tears
Poetryher thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °
