(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
5 comments
some advice from someone in this situation, stay away before you get involved, you’ll get your heart broken if he doesn’t love you.
Wow love it!
I agree I have been in love with the same guy for 23 years even though I’m married to someone else. Don’t get in just incase you can’t get out x
This hasn’t physically happened to me, but emotionally, yes. This guy, who I hate to say I love, always says we should hang out so I get all excited all week and he cancels. It’s fucking great. Great way to start the weekend, by cutting. But this is nice work, I like it.
Ive been stood up plenty of times. It really sucks 🙁