Why why why am I always waiting as a bride on her wedding night for you to love me, 

why am I always the kid who waits for you to cover him from the cold

why am I the one who waits under the rain, wishing for you to notice the tears

Why am I always waiting for someone, whoever, to notice me and say my name as a prayer and revive me. 

Why am I always waiting for someone to take me as a first option

why am I always with my eyes to the door and the tears on the lips 

why is it that even my shadow chooses the moon before me and

why why why why is it that every year I beg God for a crumb of someone that loves me enough to make me real. 

That someone tells me: “I missed you, I looked for you, I love you I love you I love you, don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me” and for me to be able to believe it, that I could cry and grab to not let go and

why why why why are there people like me who have never met. 

 

TA.