I feel like I am sitting on the side of the road.
Waiting for you to come and pick me up.
Just waiting for you to come.
To come back to me.
You told me you’d be there.
“Wait for me, I will come,” you said.
And like the gullible person I am, I believed you.
I’m still waiting.
Hours on end.
I don’t think I feel bitter.
No that isn’t how I feel.
Upset
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