Charlice

When you’re here but they can’t see you. You want them but they don’t want you. Or they do..just not now. they want you to wait..wait until they are ready..but that could be never. you can’t wait forever..your heart is not just some object..it’s not like a pair of shoes you can just toss to the back of the closet..you aren’t a box of stale unwanted cookies that you can put on the top shelf beside the other unwanted items..their hearts open and broken..bleeding and waiting..waiting for that time and attention..love and affection..they left them with the same impression..they guided their hearts to a dead end. sitting on this shelf has got you thinkin..thinkin you deserve better..you can pull the plug on this..it’s not too late to walk out..you don’t want to grow old aching for those younger days back. resenting because you spent all your time deprived of attention that they entertained someone else with. You throw up the warning signs..flash the yellow light..but they know you’ll always be home..you won’t move on..you continue to sit on that shelf..waiting..and thinking..sad and alone. you sit and you stare..stare at the broken pieces around you..you know they won’t pick them up. they’ll just sit you on the top shelf with those pieces..close the door and leave you there.