I've been fighting for us. But it's become exhausting. We can't keep pushing and pulling.
Night after night, I would look outside my window having the hopes of seeing you standing outside. Knowing that you're willing to take risk, despite the fact that I'm still mind boggled, would've given me hope, or at least closure. But I when I looked outside, the only movement I saw were the shadows of the leaves rocking in the gentle night breeze. In my head, I waited for you.
If you want me, you'll come get me. Until then, I'll be here waiting.
Maybe just one last dance? Just one last time, I keep telling myself. But my feet hurt, I'm tired of spinning, and I shouldn't be the one taking the lead.
