Disappointment.

Counting down to disappointment
is never an easy task.
You gradually shift from a state of
anticipation to self-desensitization.

Just because you don't want to pressure
The person that you love.

And there's really no one to tell.
You can't tell.
anyone.

Disappointment was what you anticipated.
The faster the days flew,
The stronger the feelings linger.
Pain. Resentment. Betrayal.

You try to keep everyone's hopes up.
So that your hopes will also be higher.
But how long can you lie to yourself?
A second? Minutes? Weeks? Months? Years?

I can lie no further.
I am disappointed.
Because you're still not ready to take the initiative.
To tell people, I'm yours.

How many more occasions should I keep track.
How many more years I need to suppress
my thoughts of leaving.

I'm not needy.
I'm an independent woman, too.