Why?

Things happen for a reason.
Why is this happening?
The past is supposed to teach.
What is it teaching me?

I can’t sleep.
I can’t eat.
I wake up, fall asleep
Thinking about her.

Still, everything I do revolves around her.
Nothing she does involves me.
She has moved on.
Why can’t I?

I hold hope.
She has given up.
Why?
Why can’t she see what I see?

Why do I try?
Why do I care so much?
Why do I take this?
Why can’t I quit like her?

Because I love her.
Not a high school crush,
A full grown love.
And she can’t see that yet.

Why do I continue?
Because she will see it.
Some day when it’s too late,
She’ll see it.