i expect.

speak your honesty,
most uncomfortable twists i make in this empty bed,
i am growing tired of this.
everyone always said routine gets slower in the end,
but i do find myself... there... sooner.
many times, you told me to save a place for you in my heart,
and when i agree, you never arrive.
you have never arrived.
"a bird can only glide so long until it has to flap it's beautiful wings again."
i have been gliding for a couple of years now,
and i'm almost to the ground.
i've been through clouds, i've seen planes,
i am passed the branches and the leaves.

i am a fool and hope is my disease.