How can I sit waiting for someone I know wont return?
The love I felt for you is gone, however, not the burn.
I used to wait, cry and yearn
To hold you in my arms and I in yours.
But now that's gone.
Oh, how I never wonder how it would be, if I were still with you
and you with me.
Still crying, waiting, would I be this blue?
I feel like half the person I did when when I was with you,
Yet I've grown to love myself too.
I don't cry often over you no more.
But my heart's, still sore,
When we said our goodbyes,
A kiss on my lips that never happened.
The soft good bye that was the day you left
I never wanted you to go, and I missed you so.
You still message me, every now and again.
I pretend it doesn't hurt, I lost you to the strain
Of distance between our bodies,
But never between our hearts.
How long can you love a person who isn't there?
How long does the pain stay?
How long will I stay this blue?
Heartache, heartbreak. I thought I was over you.
How long will you affect me?
I don't wonder of our future. Yet I sit hear writing this poem... Why?
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
How can I sit waiting for someone I know wont return?
The love I felt for you is gone, however, not the burn.
I used to wait, cry and yearn
To hold you in my arms and I in yours.
But now that's gone.
Oh, how I never wonder how it would be, if I were still with you
and you with me.
Still crying, waiting, would I be this blue?
I feel like half the person I did when when I was with you,
Yet I've grown to love myself too.
I don't cry often over you no more.
But my heart's, still sore,
When we said our goodbyes,
A kiss on my lips that never happened.
The soft good bye that was the day you left
I never wanted you to go, and I missed you so.
You still message me, every now and again.
I pretend it doesn't hurt, I lost you to the strain
Of distance between our bodies,
But never between our hearts.
How long can you love a person who isn't there?
How long does the pain stay?
How long will I stay this blue?
Heartache, heartbreak. I thought I was over you.
How long will you affect me?
I don't wonder of our future. Yet I sit hear writing this poem... Why?