Who benefits

I just wanted to hold you forever but I  have learned to hope for patience instead. The meaning of my mind falls so suddenly that nothing makes sense anymore. All words just unfold as the night finds me shivering. So appropriate.

The worlds scream as the echoing sighs falling inside my spirit. I find just I can keep moving. The words define who I am. They defy the true meanings of others. Yet would you ever listen? Who am I scolding now? Me? You?

Once more the time falls in between faults and the tests are erased just to find a place to rest. Here I seem so lost, so free. And yet I cling to the hope you want, need me. Sad in a way but I do.

The first glimpse you give I would be yours. We connect on so many levels and yet no words have to be said. Seated in silence, we could be. Just maintaining the same air.

Oh did you even know? Dream? Hope? Hold onto that need?

Gladly my emotions fall open and yet they are quiet. Installed in a wall of bricks because explaining me, one who needs you, would break me.

So who benefits?

I remain quiet in a way for my hope. For now it is patience I build.