As I wait coldly, watching that empty box.
The line blinks at me, jokingly.
The waiting, the endless waiting.
And nothing happens.
The depths stretch and pull me.
Entangles my soul to the brink.
Is this all that you can give me?
An endless pause for each night.
Is this all our history ties to?
The final shove to push me off the edge.
Reading between the lines was never quite so literal.
The lies hidden and gritted between teeth,
Never thought or spoken.















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