this waiting game is never ending.

just as things get better,

they start to get much worse.

i've never been a mind reader

and this feels much like a curse.

is it you or is it me?

your tears leave cuts

and along my sleeve

my heart lays open

for you to read.

i let you in,

so why can't you

return the favor?

is it me or is it you?

i might as well be gone.

you open your mouth

as if to speak

but nothing comes.

this waiting game is never ending.