What progress?

...Meanwhile I've lived and waited alot

You're sincere, perhaps there's nothing I can do

I know I am not a priority, will never be

And you take time, just what you like to do

Then why can't I just let go of you?

Nothing was promised and nothing was said

Why am I still, chained to your door

That never opens, with a thousand poems read

If I could hate you, would this be gone forever?

Why can't I command a going away spell

All this waiting, hoping, seeking, trying

Got a door that shut these fires of hell?

For me to hate, you have to be a monster

Show me bad, show me dark, terrible deeds

But I know you are behind the door, taking your time

You'll just sit there and watch this fire bleed...

-Al