I'll be waiting for you.
I'll be yearning for you.
I am waiting for you.
I am yearning for you.
But I don't know how I feel about you.
This isn't love.
Love conjures trust.
But trusts not not enough to conjure up love.
You have all my trust but you turn around and crush it into dust.
I have all of your eyes on me, but who said that gaze is enough to just own me?
Claiming is needed to capture my heart, instead of just making me this giant mess come and tear me apart.
I'm done.
I am broken.
Never loved.
I don't feel it.
What is living if moping around in the darks all I do?
I'm searching for a way to go back to you.
So instead of waiting, and growing tired of your baiting, I'll just get up and run.
