Patient

Written by Jacob Ibrag

You have words for me. I can feel them edging

closer to the the rim of your lips ever since you found

out that I became more than a pretty image. You’re smiling

through the shells of your teeth, desperately pretending all is

exactly the way it used to be. You rather slip into a state of

dormancy than paint me a picture of your phased psyche.

Yet I will remain an arms length away from your soul.

I am exponentially patient and want all of you.

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