My Time
She would cry all night,
and I would ask myself all night,
what is it I didn't do right?,
how can I make her feel all right?.
What I didn't know is that,
i was the victim,
she was not crying from any other pain,
but that of still loving her ex.
She would say lets give it some time,
and i would agree just so she could feel fine,
for i thought that would make her forever mine.
What i didn't know is that,
she was actually giving herself time,
to be fine and work things out with him,
using me as a bus stop,
where she waits for the one she loves.
Too bad she used all my time.
How heartless.
Copyright © Mashudu Nemadzivhani | Year Posted 2018
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