She was in love with some one who made her happy
But constantly hurt her unknowingly
*The question of 'when' always brought up
on the cruelest game of nature
Waiting,
To sit idle for the inevitable was the torture
And I didn't want to wait in patience,
for the pain to seep inside
Love was great,
It was nice,
But nothing lasts forever
Though he never asked for forever from her,
Only time and the present
*Looking down at her phone,
She began to type a short response,
A lie
She typed with a heavy heart, "I'm fine"