I’d love to be with you, but you don’t know that.
Or maybe you do, but you aren’t willing to talk about us.
So I sit.
I sit cause making a move is dangerous.
I sit cause I’m waiting for you to acknowledge or deny me.
I sit cause I’m a wimp.
I sit cause the timing is never right.
I sit cause I am a bystander in my own life.
You’ll never be mine. We could be a disaster. Hell, we could be great.
But we’ll never know.
I guess it’s time for me to stand up.