Reservations - Poem by Monica O'Connor
reserved for you.
holding back everything i am, for you.
and i am not her.
i cannot be anything you want,
but needless to say i'm trying.
and i'll reserve for you.
all the little things, the important ones.
'I could die from the words that you say.'
keep acting like this isnt the game we play;
correction: you play, and i collapse in pain.
and i'll roll with it every single time.
i want to shine, and as long as i'm here with you,
i will keep these reservations and wait for you.
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