Empty Bottles Full of Stories

by R.H. Sin

forever never comes. i’ve been standing here waiting for more of what you refuse to give more of what you promised more of what you’ve continued to deny me i’ve been standing here waiting for the arrival of the person i thought you were i’ve been standing here in the cold waiting for you to warm me up emotionally starving myself with this impossible hope that you’ll eventually change i’ve rearranged my entire life for you for nothing it seems my dreams are no longer dreams the thought of you has become a dreadful nightmare as i stand here, staring into the abyss awaiting something that’ll never happen i stand here alone and empty waiting to be filled by someone who has proven to be full of shit and though i should quit i’ve chosen not to walk away failing to realize that not giving up on you means giving up on myself i stand here waiting afraid, fearful of the unknown scared to move because what if you show up and what if you arrive as everything i wanted you to be it’s been days, now weeks, now years and i’m still standing, i’m still here