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.
