when is too late?
take too long to
see, to decide, to change
a mind
wanting, wanting until
i think i
might get what i want and then
i want something else
someone else who
doesn't want me now
over and
over
and over again
waiting wishing wanting
so i will sit alone and lonely and full of
dreams
of you who seem not to know
or not to care
and i will hope you never care
because i am afraid
of being cared about
wondering how long to wait and forever
defend myself with silence
knowing you can read me if
you try
so you can laugh and say
she wants me and
slap your buddies on the back while
i sit alone and sing
sad songs in the rain