bend for me.

Your words were cold. I would freeze if I stayed any longer. Such a stark contrast to who you were only hours ago--and as the truth settles in, I find it easier to accept. The answer was there all along. I just never grasped it until now.

There's no point in sticking around when you know it's over, done for. You're left for dead. Some waves you just can't withstand. You and I are different. We shouldn't bother trying to put this back together. Bend for me, will you? This is falling apart as we know it.

Who are you? The frown across your mouth, the creases on your forehead, the grip in your fists. This is not you. At least, not the you I used to know. I rehash our conversations and I find myself in a mess of absolutely nothing. Nothing noteworthy. It was all a lie.

I fell in love with a memory. All this time I've been aching to bring back what has already passed...and when it did, I bit off more than I could chew. That blinded me from the truth--that those memories can never be relived. My expectations clouded the fact that just like everyone else, you're not perfect.

And with that to your advantage, you disappoint me--over and over until I know I have waited.

Waited.

Waited.

Waited...

And came to nothing.