Waiting for You

Am I foolish for still wanting you, still waiting for you, when it strips me down like cheap bar soap on dry skin. When every time you find a new toy to play with I have to pretend like it doesn’t feel like stepping on broken glass when you fawn over her. When my best friend of five years has to pry my ears open to tell me the truth, the truth I always conveniently hide from, you don’t love me. You’re foolish, foolish for still not realizing that I am so impatient; you’re the only thing I’ve ever really waited for.

Photographer: Daniel Graham Hack
Model: Danielle Greyling
Styling: Witney Tucker
Swimwear: Laya Swim