Waiting

you told me the truth, something i always wanted from you, i got it and now im so confused, maybe its cause you caused a little hurt, but no brusie, but i loved that you told me, something i need you right here with me , im waitting, not for the next painting, not for some medication, but for your hearts dedacation, where your hearts not going to be rejected , but accepted, into this projection of perfection, in other words i wont break it like a mirrior reflection, dismembering you into the space of rejection, but assembleing the broken pieces, but at least , ive broken your wall, so if you fall, ill be here all you got to do is call, im waitting