patience is full of woe ꫂৎ
trust me when i say i don’t know what to do, your stupid habits give me the blues — i wait everyday for something that seems like has already came, and now that i am starting to realize is when its past expired — what do i do? i want to ask you what you see in the future but it seems like you have no clue and you make me feel like i am stupid for trying to see something warm in you — i know you’re not cold as i see you are, but you don’t give me any protection from your actions nor your fake signals — i’m not a deer in headlights, but though i am a deer hiding behind trees that is not like the others and wants to be free from fear and yearning, but you are the hunter that makes me not want to come out, so i stay like the other deer — i hide and you seek for me, but it seems like the strength i want so badly to have scares you away, you hold the gun tight in your hands but you wouldn’t take the shot, and i’d never come out of this game we call tag — but one day eventually, we switched places, but because i am selfish we switch back again and again, but maybe we were never meant to be when i keep quiet and so do you, the only sound in that dark forest is the harsh stare we both give to each other, aching for one of us to move, and the other to press down on the trigger — i take a few steps back, and your stare hardens, yet mine softens, and i realize that i’ve lost without actually playing the game — and i retreat back to the other deer, feeling the regret bite down on me harder than your bullet would have — would my bravery be worth it? maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that you aimed the small gun at me in the first place.
