Aligning your proverbial ducks.

Your choking at the speed of light, while I'm wishing I could ease your dilemma.
You fight, build walls and paint corners around yourself.
I'm a stubborn mule reluctantly choosing a new path without you.

You're not there yet. You're waiting for shit to be right, shit to align.
I'm sighing and shaking fists.
still I only show tears.
Tears for whom? Tears on my cheeks, tears of my weaks, tears for my fears.
Frustrating pain construde into fear.
Being alone, fear of not being loved.
This isn't love. You don't need to tell me this.

You're choking and smiling with content

You're choking and I can't do anything about this.