I spend most of my time waiting
I wait for trains and holidays
I wait for first kisses and cool morning breezes strong enough to wear me away
I’ll wait for sunset and I’ll wait for sunrise
I’ll wait for curious aircrafts to glide across the skies
And most importantly, I’ll wait for you

I’ll wait for you until my feet fall through the soil
I’ll wait for your mangled fingers to uncoil from my throat and to grab my hand instead
I’ll wait through the headaches and heartbreak and
I’ll wait for every feeble bone you’ve crushed to mend with a quiver and a quake

I’ll wait if you want to drive me away
because you promised me we’d drive away together one day
I’ll wait to see you at my doorstep just as we’d sit in the car all night long
waiting for our favorite song to grace the stereo
I’ll wait like you waited for my first text
I’d wait for you a second, third, twentieth time because you told me you were mine
but take a good look at Lucifer and notice that even angels lie sometimes

I cannot touch these painted skies
Trains are too crowded and holidays too rare
And the only breezes strong enough to twist you around
Are those that leave you face down in the dirt with bruises and bloodstains on your shirt

I’ve seen thousands of planes but no UFOs and millions of poems lacking prose
No first kiss was sweeter than the last
But I’ve only experienced good beginnings, so I’ll stick to times of past
While the world passes by me through moving windows and polaroids

I’m stuck on a different linear level living somewhere below space and time
I’m stuck in love because my waiting breaks the laws of physics
I’m alone because my mind is thunderstorms but I’ll wait too long to keep up with it

Gravity still hurts when I come down
The truth still hurts when mania leaves and I’m a blinded puppet in a wedding gown
The only games I’ve ever won are the ones where I played myself while you stood idly by
I’d try to grasp on to these shards of dignity
But maybe if I wait long enough you’d finally fix me

I’ll wait for our universe to shatter or until I receive your love on a silver platter
Both will destroy me equally
But I’m still scared that I’ll be crushed under the weight of time never waiting for me waiting on you
Yet time doesn’t stop for anyone; now I know that to be true