Why?
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you come here with your
sad eyes and your
tears and your
"I miss you"?
Why do you call me with your
"I'll wait" and your
"I just need a placeholder till you come back"?
Why do you text me with your
"I regret it" and your
"I never meant to hurt you"?
Why do you message me with your
"I haven't moved on from you" and your
"Let me know when you're ready"?
Why do you do that, when you know I don't believe that you mean it? Why do you give me words, when you know what I needed to see from you was action?
Why do your actions not match your words, if you so desperately want me to come bac
This is me
Laying a foundation
With tools you forged.
This is me
Putting down a row
With bricks you made.
This is me
Cementing the row
With mortar you mixed.
This is me
Adding row after row
Watching it get taller.
This is me
Wishing you'd tear it down
Instead of helping it grow.