Eighth Challenge Piece

Feb 08, 2010 22:55


Title:  Wishing and Waiting
Author:  Kateifer
Theme/Prompt:  Missing
Rating:  G

Word content:  334
Start time: 10:20pm
Finish time:  10:45pm
Author's Comments:  This is a very whiny emo poem.  I miss my boyfriend a lot, and this is just me venting that.  And yeah, I can't fix the awkward spacing.


Spending every day wishing

That I didn’t have to wait anymore.

It’s exhausting, really.

Waiting seems to be all we do;

Waiting for time together online,

Waiting until we get home,

Waiting until we get another visit together,

Waiting until we get more than a few short days.

Wishing and waiting,

It isn’t fun.

I’m sure it sounds like loads, right?

Wishing and waiting for a guy

That you’re crazy about.

I hate to complain,

And I hate to bore people.

I just wish I could talk to someone about it.

At least every now and then.

It might take the edge off a bit.

But people don’t want to hear about it.

And I can respect that.

Don’t want my friends getting annoyed.

I hear people talk about having no time together,

That they only see their boyfriend or girlfriend once a week.

Really guys?  That sounds so very hard.

Try less than once a year.

Then come back to me.

I know I sound bitter,

And pretty bitchy.

But hey?

When the hell have I denied being either.

I wonder if he realizes

Just how much I really miss him.

I know he misses me too,

And that it’s hard for him.

And that’s what really hurts.

Knowing that it hurts him too.

I wish I could make him feel better,

That he didn’t have to feel so alone.

But without the money, there isn’t much

That can be done about it.

I try and try, but words and webcalls

Can only do so much.

Even though it’s tough,

Even though the waiting and wishing

Kills me.

Hey, what can I say?

The guy drives me wild.

I can’t see myself

With anyone else.

Which is why I put up with the waiting,

The constant waiting.

And wishing.

And fantasizing.

And hoping,

That he will keep feeling

The same way about me.

In the end, it’s worth it all.

I get the guy I want,

And I never thought it would happen.

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