when will i be free
from this misery.
when can i come home
and not dwell on the word 'alone'.
when can i dance in a field of flowers
and worry about what im crushing.
when will our disguise as lovers
reveal a relationship that's crumbling.
when will i stop doubting
that what we have is fake.
when will i stop loving
our huge mistake.
when.
if not, what then?
