Love and patience go hand and hand.
Waiting is all part of the process.
The love of my life-
He loved me so much, but he didn't have patience.
He loved me to the moon and back.
He loved me like the sun loves the sky
and the winter loves the snow.
I saw a love like this only one time before.
The way my grandfather cried at my grandmothers wake.
He loved me like that- I swear he did.
The love of my life-
He loved me so much, but he didn't have patience.
And that's where we went wrong.
I was new to this poison called love- he wasn't.
He had been there before and knew exactly what to do with it.
I didn't, that's for sure.
He needed to show me, be patient with me.
But he couldn't, he longed for instant gratification.
He loved me long before I could ever love him.
He missed all the signs that I was slowly getting there.
I tried to show him, but it was too late.
He didn't have faith in me, he didn't have patience.
The love of my life-
I love him so much, but I had way too much patience.
I waited too long and took too much abuse.
I wasted so much energy on something I should have just given up on.
But I had way too much faith.
Way too much faith that this person could still possibly love me.
Still possibly care about me,
Still possibly be the love of my life.
But maybe,
The love of my life-
Isn't really the love of my life at all.

Randomness

Not never.
That's what you used to say.
Not never would you leave me.
Not never would you hurt me.
Not never would you stop loving me.
But that day came and went.
Just like the bitches through your door.
And just like this latest bitch will when she gets that opportunity.
It's funny how everyone can see something
Except for the one who's eyes it's directly in front of.
How can you hurt someone that you mean so much to?
How can you hollow their soul and fill their heart with cavities?
I cried to you and you cried to me too.
On instinct, like we shared the same thoughts and emotions.
But in an instant everything changed.
You don't cry for me anymore- you just make me cry.
On purpose, like it brings you happiness.
You used to say that you held me in the same regard as your mother,
The woman who gave you life and brought you into this world.
Did I give you life too?
Then why bring so much pain to mine?