Leaving You

I keep telling myself to be patient. That you need time and space to mend and be on your own and realise how much you love me.

But I guess by nature I am impatient and would like to see some more immediate action from you. Some small sign that shows how much you care, or if you even care at all.

These are the moments when I resent the fact that I love you. And it distances me from you in the most insidious, minute ways.

I want you, but I want the you who first fell in love with me.

I still don't see her.

Perhaps my heart should just decide to leave you already.