Wait
I'm sitting here, waiting for you to fuck up. I'm waiting for you to abuse me. Use me. Lose me. I'm just waiting for you to treat me like dirt. Waiting to get hurt. I'm waiting to feel the pain, waiting for the rain. I'm waiting for the storm, waiting for the scars to form. I'm waiting for the time you leave, and the critism I'll recieve. I'm waiting for you to beat me down, I'm waiting for my smile to turn to a frown. I'm waiting for my happiness to fade. Waiting for the hell I know you've made. Now as our days turn to night, I see how little we fight. I'm trying not to fall with all my might. The more I think, I think you're different then the rest, I think my waiting paid off. I think I've finally found the best.This poem is about my current boyfriend, I've been so used to getting hurt I feel like I should be waiting for him to hurt me. Only he's different, he's amazing!! Written August 9th, 2001 © on Aug 09 2001 03:16 PM PST 0 • 10
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