I saw him caught red handed yet I looked like the thief
I still loved him, even when he was up to mischief
I looked like a fool when I loved him with every word
he was my study material, I was the nerd
I waited up for him, bare, vulnerable
when I was rejected I felt unlovable
I yearned for him while he yawned at the thought of me,
he said I bore him, he wanted to be free
you know what its like to ache for someone who walks away
you know what its like to pang with despair and dismay
you know what its like to speak words of love
and know that its not going to be enough...
-Sarah Catherine Godfrey
This is my prayer to God, but I've invited you in to listen if you wish. He knows what it is like.
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