waiting.

that terrible feeling of having been forgotten. who could forget such a pretty face? you wait and wait and wait, but no one ever shows up. where did they go? who would have ever guessed that they left you behind for a crowded room of smoke and mirrors. you knew all along things wouldn't work out, but yet you stayed. you stayed because your hope is bigger than the sky, and your love for him was enough to keep you going. he was your drug and you were his glamours addict of a girl. then when all the glitter and lights went away you were nothing special to anyone, or at least you were nothing special to him. you walked around the room waiting, and you liked to tell yourself that patience was the key to every relationship. you lit candles, placed rose petals delicately upon your bed, and then you waited with a bottle of unopened champagne. by the end of the night, after four hours of waiting, the bottle of champagne was empty and you found yourself on the living room fool in a puddle of wet tissues because you couldn't wait for him any longer. you walked lifelessly to the bed and went to sleep. in the morning you wouldn't have to wait any longer. in the morning you would finally be ready to let go.