Wading – Series Part 5

You keep me waiting 

Often 

But it’s my fault

Because I wait

I wade

You stray 

I stay 

But I feel out of place 

It’s a pattern 

Oh the games we play 

You love me one day 

 But the next have nothing to say ?

You’re selfish 

But it’s my fault 

Because I coddled that 

Shoulda left at the first red flag 

I already said that in another poem 

Why do I do this to myself ?

I ruin my mental health

Every

Fucking 

Time 

I’m an idiot 

I hate every bit of it 

I hate myself a little more every time 

How have I not drowned yet ?

I wade 

I wait 

It’s too late now

  • your solace serene 

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