It Will Happen When It’s Supposed To, Right?

I need patience

or boundaries.

I suck at both and

have no desire

for either.

I want love now

And to hurdle across

all proprietary lines

to get there.

I ache for question after

question and

connection in truth

spilled from your lips;

Generously.

I crave that pull in

my chest and

the mirrored ache

in those blue, blue eyes

I need patience

or boundaries,

But I’ve got

a bleeding heart

and frustration instead.