what you put me through
he says, 'women never know what they want.'
i won't speak for my gender but, i knew what i wanted. i knew what i wanted for a solid four years. all i wanted was you, it seemed like no one else was or ever will be good enough.
but now i don't even know who you are and those words came so out of the blue, those words i've been waiting to hear since i was fourteen. what am i supposed to do with that now that my life no longer involves you?
maybe if you'd come here. maybe if just once in all this time you'd come to visit me like you've been promising for years. maybe then i'd have more to say about it. maybe if you'd shown up on my doorstep with those words instead of sending them out through cyberspace.
you were the only thing i was sure about for the longest time but that certainty was shaken the last time you emailed me saying, once again, that you weren't going to make it up to see me because it wasn't until then that i realized you were never going to live up to your word.
must i always be waiting, waiting on you?