At the risk of a wait

(A poem I wrote about a girl who is deeply in love being stood up)

At the risk of a wait

She put on her lipgloss
and fastened her dress
preparing for the date
with the man she loved best

she curled up her hair
and polished her nails
she felt like a princess
in those princessy tales

she looked beautiful
the mirror agreed
she just kept on saying
can’t believe he picked me

as she stared at the clock
her smile could not fade
he had picked her
at the risk of a wait

and she waited and watched
as minutes passed by
maybe he’d come
just a few minutes shy

but minutes to hours
as time went by slow
it soon crept upon her
and she came to know

he was not coming
to take her away
to a paradise with trees
that’d rock and sway

he did not love her
like she did he
he did not want them
want them to be

she cried and cried
her makeup all smeared
she looked at her face
all smudged and blue teared

why won’t he love me
is it the way that i look
she looked in the mirror
and in rage she shook

she pulled out a knife
and climbed into bed
“At the risk of a wait”
were the last words she said