I think you're worth waiting for.
Because the thought of you
makes me warm.
And usually that's just because of my anxiety.
But this feeling has a less nauseating form.
Because I think of you when I'm hurt.
When I'm hopeless.
When I'm scared.
The thought of you makes me feel
more or less like I might be prepared.
To become someone better.
To try something new.
I think you're worth wanting for.
And I've waiting a long time
to meet someone like you.
But not waiting by the door.
Or waiting to see who I meet.
I mean waiting in the sense that for you
there's always been a seat.
There's extra coffee on the shelf.
You might like tea instead.
I don't mind either much myself.
Waiting in the sense that I don't go out in fear.
Scared that I'll miss you.
If you come in into my life
while I'm not here.
You might.
I've accepted that
I won't be perfect or fully healed.
I'll be scared to leave.
I think the version of me I've used to shield.
They've protected me.
Prevented me from fully letting go.
But I think you're worth growing for.
To be someone I get to know.
I think you're worth waiting for.
In the sense that every now and then I look back.
I stopped in my tracks.
I analyze what I lack.
Because I'm missing something, I think.
The heart that was once on my sleeve,
must have fallen down somewhere.
In your presence I believe.
Maybe you found it or caught it.
That you protected it all this time.
I wait for you,
like I wait for the words I need to rhyme.
I'm looking forward most of the time
with a hand that reaches back.
Like a relay runner
waiting to sprint on their life's track.
But I don't wanna run anymore.
So I wait for you like winter waits for spring.
Like the flowers wait to open up,
until they hear the birds sing.
I wait for you.
Hopefully knowing where you are.
I wait for you like the moon waits
to eclipse with its favorite star.
Because I think you're worth waiting for.
Even if the right time never made us wait.
But every time I see you,
my eyes still whisper...
"I'm sorry, I hope I'm not to late..."
