The Weight

How do I wait for you? 
So how… do I actually show it? 
The truth is I can’t- 
I cannot show it. 

I’d like for you to know 
That I do not envy 
The ones who were before me, 
That I’m at the very end of a straight line, 
Like a fan 
Wanting that autograph. 

I’d like for you to know 
That my hands are fine on their own, 
That I can always make a pair
Out of them two. 

I’d like for you to know 
That my heart doesn’t grow impatient, 
That it has beat a million 
And perhaps a million more. 

I’d like for you to know 
That there are a lot of single girls out there, 
Wanting to mingle, 
And are more than willing to kiss me 
Without knowing my name. 

And, I guess, 
I’d like for you to know… 
That I am lying, 
Just lying. 
God, I’m just jealous to death. 

I love you with such depth, 
That I would like to keep you, 
That you are only mine. 

I’d like for you to know 
That I wanted that embrace. 
I’d like for you to know 
That you’re the reason why I cannot sleep. 
And I—I have been waiting for you, 
You, 
More than the day 
That you would love me.

© 2011 J.S.P.