the wanting

the waiting is the worst part.

waiting for you to call me yours,

waiting for the perfect time,

waiting for us to figure this out.

it kills me, not being in your arms.

i spend every waking moment

thinking,

of you.

imagining,

what it would be like to be your girl.

you capture my attention

without even trying.

you are spectacular; truly astounding.

i never thought i would fall for you,

yet here i am,

at 4:13 AM,

wondering what to do,

since you are not by my side.