From the invisible

As days turn into weeks, and months turn into a year,
I'm still waiting for you, heartache has turned into one single tear.
Thinking of all the things I've endured up to this very moment of truth,
Knowing this will never end, what I feel for you, and no one else can sooth,
all these things i have inside, wishing you could go away, death would also be alright.

You never seem to wonder about me, or the silent screams I have to subdue,
until I'm all alone and no one is around, especially not someone like you,
It is really funny, because this you will probably never read,
unless i send u a message, forcing you, taking the lead.
Thinking about you, makes me want things better,
Not even this will convince you, not even a stupid letter.
I feel embarrassed writing this to yours true,
But what else have I also been willing to do?
So many times I've prayed, even begged your pure face,
But all the answers were the same, You didn't even think, you don't believe in fate,
Now all I feel is sadness, and remorse, not even angry anymore, no hate.
How could I ever prove to you there is no more time to apologize?
I have to stand up for myself, agree to this and start to rise.

So this is the poem I wrote just for you,its kind off stupid I know,
But it's the type of things you make me do,
I know you didn't even read up to here, but that's OK,
because there really isn't anything more I can say?

So now for the truth, out of my mouth for someone who's hearts out of stone,
If it meant I had to always be alone from now on, that I can do, until, you're mine true.
I'd rather have you in my life as someone nothing close to a friend,
Then losing you completely, having nothing of you're heart that will only defend.
Being close to you, has reminded me of the Divine, it's nothing short of making me rhyme.