There are days when my heart feels like an empty field, waiting for rain, but all it gets are storms. Storms of your lies, your confusion, your excuses that never seem to end. I’m told to understand, to forgive, to carry the weight of your restlessness. But what about me? What about the heart that waits, the heart that longs for truth but gets nothing but silence?
When I speak, my words get lost in the noise. You twist my pain into blame, my sorrow into something wrong with me. I’m always the one who doesn’t understand, who complicates your life. But have you ever thought about how hard it is for me? To love someone who doesn’t know what he wants, to wait for a love that never quite feels real?
I’ve given, I’ve compromised, and I’ve loved with a heart full of hope. But now, hope is slipping away. How much longer do I keep walking through this barren land, waiting for a love that might never show up?
