End The Confusion, Please. Poem by Derrick Andrews

I don't know what to think anymore,
My pleasure's transformed into chore,
But I won't hesitate,
To say things are going great,
When I know I that I'm yearning for more.

It seems yet again I have fallen,
My hopes on speed dial have been callin',
They say there's no room,
For this flower to bloom,
And its nectar's changing to pollen.

I can't decide what I want to be mine,
I feel so alone, so confined,
But the second she texts,
I always wonder what's next,
Just to receive the same answer, 'In time'.

I won't go back into submission,
I'll continue my arduous mission,
Yes, I told you I'd wait,
Got my heart on a plate,
I just want you to make your decision.

And I know that it isn't that easy,
But this tension is making me queasy,
Just admit to yourself,
You want me, no one else,
And my days will be cheerful and breezy.