Why not us?

What I’m trying to do…
Why not us?
When should I
leave,
and stop
looking
back?

You always say
I shouldn’t wait.
It’s true —
and I will
stop.

—

Do you know your plans
for when things have changed,
and there’s nothing between us?

When I say
I’ll pass,
and keep walking —
please,
act
like
it
hurts.

Disappearing love,
like a day ticket pass.
Leave it here — I’ll never be yours.
But I already…
I was going to bring
the keys
to my
beautiful doors.

- Leave it here. I’ll take it.
And if something — I’ll be back.

- When?
When there’s no better place to stand?

I am tired.
My self-esteem
touches the grass.
Gladly,
summer told me
not to wear the mask:
no makeup to run down my face when I cry.

I will go,
I promise.
And I am not gonna die.

Let me just finish
the bitter glass:
a few more last waves —
and the dramatic tone stops.

In the future —
please,
excuse me —
but the deal
won’t be working
for us.

Not my choice,
but I need to survive!
And I don’t want
to lose my mind.

I don’t know what’s harder
than
not being
chosen
as the prime.