It’s not that I don't want to;
Time just trickles down too slowly
And I cannot wait for you
To find yourself.
The race is on the way
And I am left behind
Scouring the remnants,
Compiling the ashes,
Salvaging what’s left of you and I.
When truth be told,
There is nothing.
Feeding off your indecision,
devouring your half-promises
and half-hearted kisses,
I fall and take second place.
And as you creep up from behind
And make your victory lap,
I struggle to look ahead.
No, I’m not emo…
I just need to vent.
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