I guess the joy of having a blog is being able to use it to get stuff off your chest. It sucks when you can't do anything about a situation except pray. So...I'll pray and write and sing along.
She hurts.
She hurts continuously.
She hurts continuously as he sits and he laughs.
He laughs while she hurts.
Continuously.
It's a shame because I'm there. In the background. Wanting. Willing. Waiting.
For her to stop hurting.
Waiting.
For him to stop laughing.
To see. She is no longer smiling next to him. Next to him, she sits. Torment in her eyes. Pain in her heart. As she hurts.
No expressions come from her mouth. Because it hurts.
To admit the truth. To admit she should get up.
Up from his side. His smile. His laugh.
Run
Because he doesn't love.
She loves.
But he doesn't love.
He lives.
But he doesn't love.
She sits.
Next to him. In torment. Her heart waiting.
I wait. In the shadows. Reaching out to her. Crying.
Run
Don't look back. Turn and run.
For he doesn't see.
He never sees. He's laughing.
She's waiting.
Stop! Just leave. Stop sitting. Stop waiting.
Get up and RUN!
It's not changing. It will never change.
He doesn't love.
He doesn't see.
He doesn't love.
He doesn't love.
Run.
He doesn't love.
Leave.
He laughs.
Get up.
He doesn't love.
I watch. In torment. My heart. In torment.
Please
Just get up.
Leave.
He can't love.
Not the way he should.
Listen to me.
Leave.
He can't love.
He doesn't love.
Still she sits. Waiting. Willing. Loving.
He won't love. She won't leave.
I'm in the background. Calling out. Crying out.
Why won't you listen?
Run
He can't love.
Not the way he should.
Listen
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