Stood Up

I'm still waiting,
waiting for you to come.
Sitting on the bench
an hour after it ended
still hoping,
watching every car go by,
stifling every tear I cry
with my last piece of cake.
I feel like I'm on a date
being stood up.
I can't even say you're late
cause you won't come.
I think about all promises.
Why do I believe anyone?
I've been let down many times,
given my heart to the people I love,
not an ounce in return.
I called you family
I called you friend,
now I say goodbye,
it's your last chance,
the end.