Painful love

Sitting here waiting for him to call,
Not expecting anything at all,
Wanting to hear his voice,
But he doesn’t give me a choice.

He says he loves me,
But in the way you want to him to be,
You tell him you need him near,
But knowing his feeling all to clear.

You want back what you lost,
But you know the cost,
His love is not pure,
And you know that for sure.

It hurts to see his face,
In time you know your heart will heal,
knowing it was never meant to last,
That it is meant to be in the past,