I bide my time, pick at the petals, play the good best friend. You ask me what I’m looking for and i outline you. You don’t recognize the shape; offer other names. You say my time will come, and I hope. I know this is how the world works, it would be funny if it wasn’t my heart. She is the weakness you think of as strength, while I am the strength you have no idea is there. I am the one who knows who you are. I want you to be happy and you could be with me.