desperate and separate

i’m waiting for my fingers to wrinkle in the bath 

i’m waiting for deadlines to pass and the guilt to come 

for sleep and silence, that I’ll never get knowingly 

i’m waiting for time to heal me and make me forget 

i’m waiting for the words to come and cure me 

for the rain to come and the sun to shine 

for the wine to hit me and for my memory to fade 

i’m waiting for my purpose to steal me and my fate to play me 

i’m waiting for a world where I’m no longer waiting for you 


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