Feelings so dark,

Swallowing me whole,

It's filled with emptiness.

Sitting here, just waiting.

Why am I sitting here,

Do you ask?

I'm waiting for him,

To come back to me.

He was there when i needed help,

There when I just wanted to talk,

When I wanted to hear a joke,

Just there.

I thought I knew him

But I was wrong,

Proven wrong when he left,

Along with others.

I told him secrets

Ones no one else knew,

Ones where they still didn't know.

He learnt more about me then I did about him.

He was ready to be more than friends.

I wasn't.

Is that why he left?

Did he grow impatient?

Would he still be here if I'd been ready?

So many questions asked,

So many questions thought,

But no answer.

Yet thinking about it,

Do I want to know the answers?

Will they strengthen me?

Or will they shatter me further?

For now I must be content,

With the people I still have.

They're all good friends,

They're there for me.

I may not know them very well,

But they've still stuck by me.

They've taught me to trust again,

To be myself.

A/N: Hey guys, this was just something i wanted to try following a suggestion by a fellow writer. Please tell me what you think. Also if there are any suggestions for a different titles please let me know. Thank you.