still

I am still here. I really thought we were in this together. I'm sorry that I need more, and that you can't provide it, right now? When are you going to be able to? I'm sorry, I can't just sit here. I know that I'll try. But I'm hurting, I'm breaking. I will start to listen better, if you learn to communicate. This is a two-way street baby and fuck her for what she has done. But I'm still here. I wish I was a strong as you, I wish I didn't care, I wish that when you moved away I didn't fear the loneliness, I wish that when I touched you I felt as though you were there too. I might be building this up for more than what it is, but am I not worth the fight? I'm sure fighting for you. When did this get so cold? I'm still here and all I see is me, alone, fucked, still waiting. I will learn to listen, will learn to trust, will be stronger by tomorrow, am I not worth the wait?