still.

And maybe I was the only one that fell in love.
That drowned in the feeling.
I broke myself over and over without a thought because he was worth it because he still is.
How safe I felt withing his arms, like noone could touch me.
But in the end who the hell was I? Just another rock in his path.
He cast me aside with no feeling.
Why do I still have hope? Why do I still wait?
He is never coming back and it scares me to death.
I will never be able to tell him I love him and wish him nothing but the best even though it hurts.
He will never offer me closure, he did what I told him I feared the most.
Here I am still waiting, still yearning.