You’re sitting in your room crying.












Wishing life would end before your phone your phones goes off one more time,




















it’s him again.


















Telling you how beathufil you really are










and how he loves you.
















You can’t help but just sit there













and let the warm tears run down your crystal cold face.




Wishing he would just stop then and there.








But he won’t.


















You want him to be yours but he’s stuck between a rock and a bird and can’t fly.

















So you just sit there and wait for him to make up his mind.

You or her?