stuck in hollow

standing in the spotlight
i sometimes wonder
what would it take
to forever hold your hand

how long must i keep my distance
how long must i play impassive
till my chest would burst?
till the tears would burn my eyes?

i needed to approach!
carefully
because i felt
the bridge to your heart
might collapse
at any point

i took my steps
cautiously
hoping
for any reinforcement

right by the end of the path
my optimistic visage
was interrupted
by a loud snap

luckily i threw my heart in time
to your side
where i thought
it should belong...



i'm still falling to the abyss
without any wings
because where i am
they cannot exist

the rhetoric still haunts me-
did i waste my time
or did i waste my heart?