I awaited.

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I await here
As the sun rises and sets
I await here
As the moon says hello and goodbye
I await here
Till you come to your senses
I can no longer await your arrival
Because for once I realize the story
It will never be about you
For it is mine and only mine to keep
So far you are a passing stranger
Soon to be a ghost of memory
I awaited far too long to realize
That most of the times you were gone
I was alone by myself
Now I am surrounded
Because I awaited
I shall no longer await for anyone
I await today only or memories to fade
Now I barely notice a sunset and the rise of the moon saying hello
I await for no one
But people catching up
It is hard to forget
But I No longer await for you to reply
I awaited
Now I walk away
Because being alone
When someone else is not okay
Deserves to be justified
Especially when you have no reason
I await
I awaited
Now I can walk away
Just as you just came back today
Finding I am not awaiting your return
But living my life as the book has learned
The story is not a girl awaiting for her life to begin
It's a story of a girl who finally lived
Life is given
Living is what you do with life
Love is apart of living to your fullest
The moon frowns my way
Because I've forgotten about hello and goodbye
The sun cries at me
For not realizing
I've forgotten to watch her beauty
But I watched at first for the wrong reason
I have a fear of being abandoned
Yet you abandoned me
So I awaited
I am no longer afraid
I am no longer awaiting
So now I miss a few rises and settings
Of the sun.
I forget to say goodbye to the moon, but not once have I not said hello
My story is watching
But now I'm the one who's moving
I have left you to await for me
Because no time soon will I settle down to listen to you
Because not once did you come back to visit
So now that I have stepped away from awaiting
And you have just been a small part in my story
Goodbye moon
I won't see you on a while
See you soon sun
I may not be awake when you come along
I do not await
I celebrate.

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