the ends are frayed.

sooner would be better,
but better late than never.

please make up your mind,
if you'd be so kind.

its killing me.
can you not see?

i want to believe in you,
in everything you do.

you've given me nothing
to which i can cling.

over & over, you tempt this poor heart,
breaking me from the very start.

yet, im still here, trying to hold on,
while all this time, you were long gone.