There Is Always That Question

There is always that question
That question that lingers
The anticipation kills
Feels worse than rejection
Yet no where near relief...

Seeing that person that brings about that question
Will things ever change?
They wouldn't change for the worst, yet for better
We know eachother like the back of our hand
When that question lingers, new ones emerge,
Will it be awkward? Will we want the same things?

We accept eachother for our crazy, weird selves
Honestly that's what I love <3
I think I found that key
That one special key, like a skeleton key
That unlocks every possibility.