Not Just Yet
I am such a fool to keep believing that things will change between us.
by Cosi Celeste
They won’t change.
It’s always just more of the same.
More screams, more words, more pain.
Prone on the couch I try to unravel this mess…
The clock ticks on the wall as the minutes turn to pennies ill spent.
The voice that I hear trying to explain is not even mine…
The tears that stream down are the same as every other time.
I’m tired of this burden, but I won’ let go…
Stubbornness fueled by fear consumes my flesh.
I wish this would end, but not too soon.
I can’t conceive of me beyond you.