a book i'll never write

begin

I was completely and utterly exhausted, yet he somehow kept me up.
All the pointless worries that I felt, were beginning to be too much.
As if he knew my thoughts, as if he felt them too.
All the brightened moments began to, become very few.
And if I were to wait for him to love me once again.
I'd be waiting for a forever that would never begin.