Maybe one day you'll call me

I confessed, hoping things would be the same

but you still didn't say what I said

it's a two-way street,

one way out and then one way in

I trusted you, hoping you'd trust me,

yet I'm still here waiting for your apology

It feels like you broke my heart,

ripped it, mercilessly tore it apart

and kept the broken parts for yourself

holding them hostage so I don't give it to someone else

but you keep me waiting for far too long

you keep shredding my heart on and on

but I just can't go on,

there's no more strength in my heart to be broken once again

I'm sorry. I said it, but I know it's something you'll never say

(title inspired by- 'From the Dining Table')