safety pins

  

       I want this to stop. This insecurity. This anticipation. I want it to be all finished. I want to know where I am, where we stand. I can’t stand this hot and cold game, which we have been playing, anymore. I need an answer right now. If only I wasn't a coward and had the courage to ask the question. But you can feel me, my impatience. You should know by now that I’m too afraid to make the first move just as I know that you are too afraid to do the same thing. We are like safety pins. We can be so into each other and be friend pretending not to notice the big pink elephant in the middle of the room. We can be so good friends. I fuckin’ hate that. Really do!!!