i used to wait. wait every second for a maybe wait every day for something uncertain i used to wait for him. always waiting for the day he’ll say “i’m over it” the day future plans get fullfiled i hate waiting. waiting for him to say “let’s go together today” to make sure he got home safely. waiting for the day he’s ready. the day it doesn’t him hurt anymore. but all i got was “i like you but i’m sorry,” that turned into “she’s my new dream”
something you do that you no longer do
















