I waited
I rejected
I felt
But denied;
I fucked around and never found out.
I want love,
I want it so badly
But I’ve also run away;
I push and pull forever,
And I don’t know why.
I want it so badly
It’s all I can think of,
But I can’t find it.
So I keep waiting,
Hoping for it to find me.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.