Awaiting the day,
I will be comfortably able to explain myself,
To show my weaknesses,
Without being accused of only making complaints,
Ruining days, moods, moments,
A time,
A person,
Where when I say how I am feeling,
They'll ask why?
They'll care and tell me to explain,
With you.
It will NEVER be this way.
I am tired of waiting.
I gave up hope on you.
On us.

Awaiting the day,
I can freely express myself,
Insecurities and all,
Without being made to feel guilty,
For feeling that way.

Telling you,
I will never love you,
would be a verse too cruel.
But cruelty in honesty,
is but a bitter truth.

I want to be with someone who wants me,
as much as I want them.
Someone who professes their innermost desires...
Who tells me they miss the taste of my lips,
and that thoughts of my kisses,
made a day well spent.

You're a *****.
and  always will be a *****.