She loved him.

She loved him a lot.

She could tell that he wasn't perfect,

But she didn't want perfect,

She wanted him.

He played hard to get

Because in all honesty,

He didn't want her,

But she was too naive.

She kept telling herself that he loved her,

And that they would end up together,

But that wasn't the case.

She waited for him to get his shit together,

She didn't care what he had to do in order for that to happen.

She watched him as he went down the wrong path and shut her out,

But he convinced himself that he was happy.

She came to her senses, she moved on.

She met a different boy that was far from perfect,

But he came to his senses too.

He realized he loved her,

but she had moved on.

It happens way too often in this world.

We wait and wait,

Not exactly knowing what we're waiting on,

but we wait too long.

She waited, but eventually gave up.

She's happy.

He waited until she gave up,

and now he's dying inside.

C.V.

A/N: I might start writing a poetry book with a story line bc I feel like that would be fun. Let me know what you think!