Poem: Wait

I should never see her again.
I need to see her right now.
I'll only end up hurting her.
I'll only end up hurting myself.
What about what she wants?
She doesn't know what she wants.
So, wait until she knows.
Maybe she will never know.
Wait.
She makes me feel good,
in a world where almost nothing does.
She makes me feel worse,
than almost anything in the world.
I don't have much to give her;
Not security, not stability, not a good role model.
She doesn't seem to have much to give me;
Not her heart, not her body, not her time, not her faith.
I cannot decide for her.
Wait.
Slow as slow can be.