the weight and end of wait

I hate that I waited
all these years for an illusion
and while I now grow bored
with the in between
I know that I wouldn’t change a thing
because I loved you with everything I had
and more

We were terrible
horrific destruction
and I loved it with romantic dysfunction
because only out of chaotic misery
have I ever been able to create
anything of beauty

On the other side of us
in my months of silence
and tears and tantrums
I’ve resurrected as something new
and unknown

What scares me the most
isn’t that my love has faded
but the quiet revelation
that I don’t need you anymore

© Indie Adams 2012