realization

sitting here waiting for something
destroying what's left of nothing
because it seems it's the same
thing you want out of me

the hope still clings on
I'm reduced to a pawn
taking what you leave me
as you try to forget me

all these days and these months
and these nights and these moments
only add up to what you let them
"at the time" I know you meant it

yet I mean all I said and I
will until you look away
even then I can't stop
from loving what I see

but now I know why
was right all along
after you dared to get angry
for me guessing the truth

but wishing you ill-will
and hating who you became (or always were?)
isn't "fair" of me
so I'll leave you two alone
and hopefully one day
he does the same thing to you