Limbo

We’ve all been in Limbo before,
The space between single and taken,
But I swear, it all gets old,
Not having a known direction we’re heading in,
If we’re headed anywhere at all...
... do we have a clear destination?
Situationships trump relationships these days,
No one wants to commit,
More comfortable with just sometimes,
Straddling the fence.
Catching feelings along the way,
But have to keep them tucked away,
Tucked behind the prideful facade,
Pretending that being half loved is okay.
Denying our human needs,
Like love & safety,
Self-expression & vulnerability,
Because we’re trapped here in Limbo & can’t see,
Wasting years and years just stuck in the mud,
Til it hurts so bad there’s really no choice but to leave.
But leaving becomes hard,
Because over the years we’ve forged a bond,
One built on highs and lows,
Keeping us from finding strength to be done.
Here in Limbo where love is not allowed,
Good people get sucked into the madness,
In these situations where they drown;
Telling themselves it’s all okay,
One day we’ll get it down,
One day we’ll be good...
One day we’ll come around.
So we’ll wait some more,
Another year or two gone...
Highly toxic sticky glue to reinforce our trauma bond,
So comfortable being uncomfortable
That we won’t even let it go and move on.