love unreturned

Its been twelve haunting hours since the question.
Really, don't panic, it was just a suggestion.
Now you see why I hate your emptying silence?
Do you even care or did you share in defiance?

Now its twenty four hours since the question.
I'm brought under my tear's and fear's subjection.
Feeling this unending sinking in the bottom of my gut;
All of this anxiety and depression is for what?

Well its thirty six hours since that question.
My heart still aches with tragedies confession.
I hope we are still friends through this worst,
But, you want more? You should come to me first.

I'm done waiting for and chasing that dream.
My hope in you is no longer what it did seem.