Waiting

I am forever waiting for you.
Why do I do this to myself?
At first, waiting seemed like the only option.
The only way to let you know.
That I will always be here.
But everytime I wait,
I die a little inside.
Maybe now is the time to move on
To give you up for something real.
And if later you discover
what you could have had with me.
Then you can wait. For me