wait for me

when love is ripped away.

“Dropped on Her Knees at His Side”

1,513 words said. 1,513 words pleading to you.

Was it worth it? Did it mean anything?

Glaciers pouring, forming pools of icy despair.

Blood runs hot underneath fair skin, creating glowing fires

Plush lips wavering with anxiety coupled with breath bated for every following decision.

Disappointment in oneself, disappointment in thyself.

Waves, make waves, they say.

Waves were made, things laid. A ship out in a stormy sea.

But I would rather weather any storm, cross any sea.

If you were waiting at the end for me.

Please, wait at the end for me.

C.