*Trigger warning*
(Words are figurative)
Life is a fickle thing.
A trickster.
Ironic.
Some may even say cruel.
You give me this opportunity,
A chance to open up.
So I take it.
This was nothing but a test.
A test that I failed.
Something bad happened and it obviously changed everything.
You dangled a gift right in front of me,
Only to take it away before I even knew.
And here it goes,
I found yet another one who's unsure.
Unsure of their feelings.
Unsure on what they want to do.
Open up they say,
Talk,
So I do, only to have what I feared come true.
You say you need time to think things through.
How can you say you're sure of me when you don't know what to do.
My heart is already hurting,
Breaking into a million pieces.
I know what's yet to come, so do I pull the trigger myself.
Or do I wait knowing the result.
Waiting for you to do it yourself ?
I fight every urge to just push you away, to shut you out before you have the chance to say.
Yet, a glimmer of hope remains.
I'm angry, not at you, but at myself.
I took a chance knowing I shouldn't.
I suffered a loss...more than one.
I watch the clock ticking,
Staring at my phone,
Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
©ourreality
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