expect

personal poem

What did I expect?
The truth, at worst, at best.
Yet here I am again.
Right back where I'd been
between his "be right back" and him "walking in"
It's just a different place; a different face.
Same old scene; same old me.
Waiting silently, wasting time.
Keeping inside of me
the truth, the lies.
Forsakenly, I tell myself I believe.
And here i go again!
Oh no! Not me again!
What's more, what for?
What did i expect?
The truth.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.