I Wait

I wait for something I don’t even know exists.

It is such a wondrous feeling,

One that I simply can’t put my finger on.

Cause I watch you go day by day,

Living your life not caring that I’m not there

And I can’t help but wonder why I feel this way.

I care and I love and I wait,

I just wait until the right moment,

A moment that never comes.

Sometimes I wonder why that moment never comes, 

As though I’m supposed to have some control,

Because who controls who they care, love, and wait for?

It’s strange that I wait,

Waiting for a day that may never come 

If I don’t create it for myself.

Because why should I expect You to feel the same

When I am the one waiting for the day?

It’s so strange that I wait for that day.

You don’t wait.

And why should you?

You don’t know that there is something to wait for,

Because if you did then I would know,

Since that would mean 

That the day I was waiting for had come.

So must I do this?

Must I break free from the control that you unknowingly placed on me?

But how can I break free when even you don’t have the key?

The only method I see is one that results in defeat.

But I know that I must do this,

If I don’t I’ll stay waiting for the day that you feel this way.