hoping someone might get the point.
funny how these patterns exist
from the beginning till the end.
i waited for you to come back,
and you did for one second just to calm me down.
instant gratification amongst layers of disbelief.
i'm tired of trying to impress you.
second best no longer works.
i prefer the end to be the moment when one of us
stops breathing, like one of us
gave it our best shot, like a furry friend gives
yet i keep waiting, hoping someone might call
because they found you, lost somewhere
while searching for me