The pain.
The hate.
It destroys your soul.
Your heart.
Your mind.
They aren't your own anymore.
He sits.
He watches.
And yet he stays silent.
She knows.
She ignores.
But only if she doesn't need you for something.
You love.
You ache.
All you want is his attention.
And sometimes.
Just sometimes.
He makes you feel like he doesn't want you.
But others.
Oh those others.
You feel like you're the most precious gem to him.
So.
You wait.
You listen.
You care.
You hurt.
But all you can do,
Oh, all you can do,
Is wait it out.
Wait for his choice.
Hopefully,
Despite the carvings in your skin,
He'll love you too.
Maybe.
But until then
Your heart
It's a hole.
And it won't be mended.
Unless,
He takes the time to try to mend it.
But for now
You have a hole.