I sit here, and wait alone. Waiting for someone to save me from myself. Nothing is the same, no never again. You said you would wait for me, but i guess you lied. I gave myself time to think and i'm ready for you to come. Still no knock on my door or ring to my phone. It seems like waiting is all i ever do.
Do you even think about me? Am i not enough?
Sitting in this lonely chair, willowing away into nothing. I've changed, more than you know. Drifting and floating and fading away.
More than a memory, less than a treasure.
Crying out to the lonely air. Whispering wind blowing through the crevices of my fingers. The feeling or worn wood on my palms. Cars passing by.
Shifting in my chair, aching legs from not moving for hours, but i don't care.
My ipod, untouched for months because music creates more pain.
My hair needs to be cut, split ends, dead ends.
A leaf floats by my window slowly. I watch as it swings by with no worry or anticipating thoughts.
Cringing with thought of you out with different girls.
Time flys, but my heart will not stop with fierce pain. Giving my heart to you just wasn't enough.
Tears stream my face now. Screaming at nothing. It feels like suffication to my braind and body.
I need to get over you, i need to move on.
But i am in mad love with you, and i honestly wish i wasn't.
I... am here to tell you one last time... I love you, more than life, itself.
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