In the realm of waiting, where what-ifs intertwine,
A guy steps into the scene, stirring emotions, with a complex design.
As I check my phone, my emotions are careening,
A tempestuous storm, a turbulent scene.
Minutes crawl by in a slow-motion show,
Anticipation lingers for a simple “hello.”
The silence disrupted, a palpable suspense,
Each moment is pregnant, with immense potential.
Overthinking takes the stage, a mind in replay,
Past conversations are scrutinized, in this waiting array.
Words dissected, nuances under the spotlight,
A mental drama, unfolding in the quiet.
Self-doubt knocks loud, an unwelcome guest,
Thoughts battling within, an internal unrest.
A battleground of doubts, a war of the mind,
In this waiting game, no solace to find.
Coping tricks were attempted, but falling short,
The waiting game is a challenging sport.
Strategies unravel in the ticking of the clock,
Emotions entangled in a relentless deadlock.
The phone stays silent, with no message in sight,
Relief plays hide-and-seek in the shroud of the night.
A void of reassurance, a vacuum of sound,
As unanswered pings echo all around.
Realization hits, clear as the day’s gleam,
Some folks aren’t worth the waiting dream.
Epiphany’s light, a beacon so bright,
Guiding through uncertainties, dispelling the night.
Connecting the dots, lessons unfold,
Understanding triggers, stories retold.
Communication is key, bridges may burn,
Journeys end, but lessons are earned.
In the conclusion’s breath, a truth so plain,
Not everyone’s worth the waiting pain.
Freedom found in letting go,
Heart set free from the ebb and flow.
Some people, my friend, aren’t worth the glee,
In the realm of waiting, emotions unravel, you see.
A story of patience, nerves in transit,
As the phone stays silent, a lesson is implicit.
Not everyone’s worth the endless trials,
In the tapestry of waiting, where emotion prevails.
So let courage be the guide, a compass so true,
To navigate the waiting, with strength anew.
In this tale of waiting, where emotions weave,
Threads of anticipation in the wind, they heave.
As the phone stays silent, a lesson unfolds,
Not everyone’s worth the stories waiting holds.
So yeah , I think the poem is quite self explanatory !!!!
After a long and emotionally exhausting wait, I have come to the realization that some people don’t deserve the effort and mental anguish endured in waiting for their response. The frustration of waiting on a text that may never come can be a daunting experience.
Overthinking, self-doubt, and coping mechanisms are all part of the waiting game. However, after going through all of this, I have come to understand that not everyone is worth the wait. Some people just don’t deserve the starring role in your waiting game.
It’s time to let go and embrace the freedom that comes with it. Life is too short to wait for those who don’t appreciate your time. As I move on from this chapter, I am excited about the new beginnings that await me. It’s time to enjoy life and not worry about unreturned texts. Cheers to living, breathing, and enjoying the freedom that comes with letting go.
I wrote this message but I haven’t received a response yet. I have a feeling that the person may not reply .
Not every story has an ending. This one doesn’t either. The ending is me realizing not everyone deserves your attention.
(p.s. Any resemblance to any living creature is purely coincidental, don’t come at me )😂😂
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