I present you with:
In the Waiting Room
I fell in love with you.
O.K., so maybe it was lust, but no matter what it was, it felt good. I even knew you had a boyfriend but something in me didn't give a shit. I saw the way he treated you and knew that wasn't how you were to be treated. Not a day went by when I didn't see you two arguing, usually resulting with you crying and him walking away. Still you stayed with him even when I promised you more of my love than he could even supply.
"Wait" was the reply so "wait" was what I did. I "waited" when I saw your smile everyday at school. I "waited" whenever someone mentioned your name. I "waited" myself to sleep remembering the night we made love four times in a row. I "waited" so long, it almost killed me.
So I left, because, to tell the God's honest truth, I was tired of reading the same issue of Life over and over again.
Illusions of a Rainbow
Remember Every Dream.
Once, Remember A Neon-Glowing Eroticism.
You're Even Lovely Laughing. Our World
Grew Richer Each & Every Night.
But Love's Useless; Eats
Insides, Never Dies, Is Growing Old.
Violence Is Our Language. Eternally Troubled.