My Thoughts On Paper

I Have Questions

Am I your quarterback?

Or am I the marching band?

You seem to be the coach

Running all the plays

I am sick of all the games

Pacing back and forth

Do I win?
Do I lose?

Only you get to choose

Silence

I am only met with silence

I took it upon you

Placed our relationship in your hands.

How long until you realize?

Is this really what you want?

Do you really want me?

Or someone to kiss and to hold?

Did I come at the right time?

Say the right things?

Did you follow because I lead?

Or did you feel the same way?

When you are cooking up your time

Who is on the front?

What takes up your time?

Am I in the back?

Slowly simmering in silence?

It is always too late when you notice

I am already burnt

While you took your time focusing on other things

Other people

Better things

Better people

So many times

I tell you these things

You say you'll do better

I don't see anything

We can prosper

Or we can fail

I am just so frail

I can't hold us both afloat

You have to swim

If want us to make it