They say good things come to those who wait,
\nWell how long must I sit here?
\nQuite honestly, I had the patience of a saint,
\nBut even saints have their limits.
\nYou beat me down and battered my resolve into a fine paste.<\/p>\n
I hope it sticks to your fists.<\/p>\n
Call me when your done being a dick.
\nCall me when I’m done throwing a fit.
\nIt is the same old thing, life repeats,
\nUntil your just one more contact to delete.<\/p>\n
One less voice in the fog.
\nOne less choice on the quiz.
\nLike drowning alone in a bog,
\nMy only comfort is this bevy of frogs.
\nHere from now I cling to this,
\njust stuffed animals and balled fists.
\nWe’re breaking through my aftermath
\nLike random plots on a scatter graph.
\nTook bolt cutters to my chain-link fence.
\nPushed straight through into happenstance.
\nI was the pitter-patter of light rain,
\nNot quite enough to wash away that shame.
\nLike throwing stones to break a cliff,
\nA lack of progress makes the point stick.<\/p>\n
Just another bird in the parking lot.
\nI’m sick.<\/p>\n
They say good things come to those who wait,
\nbut to me, do good things even come at all?
\nQuite honestly, I had the patience of a saint,
\nBut even saints can give in.
\nYou beat me down and battered my heart into a fine paste.<\/p>\n
I hope you can never wash it off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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