Sometimes, I flashback to us. And all the happiness that we held. But the perfect picture starts to distort. And I, confused.

I was standing there.
Hoping.
For my sake.
For my sake.
You would.

I was standing there.
Wishing.
Praying.
For my sake.
For what you have owed to me.
You would.

I knew better.
I knew better than to just stand there.
I knew better than to ask you.
I knew better than this.

 But I thought,
no,
I wished,
that you had a heart.
And that, for once.
In your life.
 You would.

 You didn't.