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STANDING BY WAITING
The person whom I am contemplating marrying asked me to wait and give him time.
Time to figure out if he wants to be in a relationship.
Time to figure out what he wants because he doesn’t know right now.
All he knows is that he doesn’t want to hurt me anymore.
As each day goes by I feel more and more hurt. Sitting in limbo of my twin soul.
Standing by waiting.
I feel close but far, in but out. Trying to do my best to do the stand by your man thing while all the while I am feeling broken up and broken from the waiting. Yet I am here.
Here in my uniqueness wanting to hear the words I hear every time we talk, the I love you, and they are bland to the taste coming out of the mouth and yet I am...
Standing by waiting.
In a moment upon validation and calmness to my soul I said what was on my mind. I respect the time. I understand the confusion. I’ll wait for you, for you are the person God truly blessed me with. An agreement we both share. As was said before if it’s meant to be then it will work itself out. Tears unspoken…
Standing by waiting.
Hold me, kiss me, and share with me all the tears, fears, heartache, the oneness of being us again. The hands, the tears, the skin, comfort of two as one through lifetime of searching and months of dedication only to find suddenly it’s questionable. My worst fear and greatest loyalty, honor rivaling each other in a passion like circle, while I
Stand by waiting.
Hearing my friends say it’s not your fault you own your emotions and everyone has moments like that. Why did you apologize when you did nothing wrong? As I see myself as in relationships before apologizing just to make it all go right and not cause the conflict, taking the blame, the fall, the unbridled destiny of it all. So alas in my tearful quietness of echoing fear and contemplation I sit here.
Standing by waiting.
