i asked you for your hand
and you asked me to wait
but i did it because i knew i couldn’t
your voice still calls my name
at night
and i can’t erase what you’ve
already given me
how did i end up here
with my heart pressed up
against the wall
holding a bag of suicidal hope?
i destroyed what little
you had to offer
in hopes that you would
walk away with everything
that i had left to give
and the truth is that
i still love you
but i’m too afraid to atone
because you are so willing
to forgive
i create my own deaths
when my lives are just not worth living
and now it’s my turn to ask
can you wait?
