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Patience

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Patience is supposed to be a virtue.
A virtue that I have never been blessed with.

Teach me how to be patient.
Don't give up on me
just because I want, I want everything and I want it now.
Just don't run away.

Equilibrium must be respected and sought, they say.
But what if you don't have your own equilibrium
and you are shaken by things and people as you shouldn't be?

Can you borrow someone else's equilibrium?

If something collapse, you collapse as well,
and you shouldn't allow that.

Please teach me how not to collapse, how to get the pieces together
and make my soul believe that after corruption there is so much more to do.


Can't you just separate the person from the situation for once?
Just for once I swear...
and live the night with me with no expectations for tomorrow,
no studies, no anxiety, no worries for money, no problems with ex or current boyfriends and girlfriends,
anything of that kind.

Can't you just separate the person from the situation for tonight only?
And just say what you want to say and do what you want to do
without thinking about consequences?
Just make love to me if you feel like it,
or just be alone for as long as you need,
or just stay with me, turn to me,
let me enter where others cannot enter,
and live next to me, just breathe next to me, for a while.



And then teach me how to be patient.
And to go back to normal once the night is finished.

Don't leave me there, unearthed,
after having chased shadows
after having mapped stars above our head.

If you want me to be patient,
just don't leave me there,
I wouldn't know what to do, where to start.

And if you cut out every ambiguity,
well I can at least try to trust you.
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Monia said…
ooo me too..i want everything and i want it now, and i don't know how to be patient, usually..but i'm learning to, to my surprise.. <3
3 March 2011 at 12:57
AnnaFullStop said…
good for you tops, I wish someone could teach me how :(
3 March 2011 at 13:15
rivercat said…
you both seem cool :)

psI was trying to fllow your blog because I like these poems but I couldnt find the follow button



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7 March 2011 at 18:22
AnnaFullStop said…
well I believe the button follow is on the bar of blogspot above the title isn't it?

Anyway, thank you for following :)
7 March 2011 at 21:11
rivercat said…
no, or at least I dont see it.
8 March 2011 at 13:31
AnnaFullStop said…
I put the followers list in the right column, for some reasons it was missing, you should be able to follow now :)
8 March 2011 at 13:37
rivercat said…
it seems some blogs dont have the standard buttons at the top. like the whole bar with "next blog" and "follow" and "share" links are just totally gone-- I supose its related to page layout, designs chosen or backgrounds used but I am not sure. I think its nice to have them but on my blog it was just automatically there.
8 March 2011 at 14:39
AnnaFullStop said…
yes, I guess you are right, I lost the bar with this layout, but in any case we succeeded :)
8 March 2011 at 14:46
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