Waiting and Wondering

Laying around,
Always at home.
Sitting in silence,
Feeling alone.

Barely living,
Through everyday.
Never knowing,
What to say.

The guy I'm with,
Will never speak.
What it is,
He really thinks.

I just want,
To know how he.
Really truly,
Feels about me.

He only seems
To write it out.
And I'm sure he means it,
Without a doubt.

I know that I,
Already have proof.
But I just want,
To hear if it's the truth.

I guess I'm just gunna,
Have to wait.
Living in,
This wondering state.

this is an old poem i just found