Will it be us in the end?

You constantly speak of the boundaries of your love;

Why should I expect you to offer me a place inside your heart?

You speak of the many chapters of your life unwritten,

I should know you will never commit me to any of your pages.

I have become so consumed in winning your affection,

That I paused my entire World for you.

But the world is not still, and the more attached to you I become,

The more life escapes me.

I want to move on,

but with every inch I move,

I bump into thoughts of you.

I wait patiently,

Waiting for you tell me how this will end.

Will it be us in the end?