A poem of frustration.

Don’t you know that I liked you?

I really liked you.

Actually I still do.

Why cant it be the right time and place?

I want it to be now.

It seemed so right, so why isn’t it?

How absurd it is that I should find you,

but now I cant have you?

I have no patience for this, I am young and living now.

Why should maturity catch up to me and whisper words of wisdom in my ear?

I hear that good things come to those who wait, but I refuse to heed.

I want to wallow in my tantrum!

Scream at the fates!

Why? Why so dramatic?

Well I do happen to be a woman…

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