And Now?

What am I, but simply a man

With imperfections bountiful

I recognized them, you felt them

We were both blinded by what we felt

Time passes, and I feel restraint

Shackled by this one thing we feel

Love

But what is it now, to you?

A simple hello is all I get, you don't want me around though it seems

I get it, it hurts, but its starting to sink in.



Longing for you to try and reach me

So I can at least know this is still worth fighting for,

Even though I fear I continuously will, blind-folded

So I can try even harder than I am, persistence

But you fill this empty jar with excuses

I'm just the pieces to a game, and you're rolling the die

I hope for evens, not odds

~J.Ags