Trusting You
It's funny, she thinks.
Funny how you were the one
Begging to be trusted;
Showing offense
in realizing that she didn't.
It's funny, she thinks,
And here's why:
You begged her to trust you
And as the days grew on,
She did exactly that.
But now she's sitting here,
Waiting patiently for your return.
And she's holding on
To a hope that seems futile.
She's crying herself to sleep,
Every single night
Praying you return to her
As you promised you would.
Because when you begged her to trust you,
And she finally did,
You became an important factor in her life,
While to you,
She was nothing but a pass of time.
You meant the world to her,
But you couldn't even give her the time of day.
It's funny, she thinks,
How pathetic she is.
If you were to come back,
She'd accept you in a heartbeat
Because she still trusts you,
And she'll always be waiting.
Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2020
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