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The Waiting Game

The ocean is frigid and deep; sunken ships await my entrance
My head is bobbing above and below the tide as I gasp for air
Quivering lips turning blue…legs kicking and arms flailing…eyes desperate
I fight to stay above the surface but then begin to wonder
Is the struggle to survive worth the fight?

I have been playing the waiting game to no avail
Reality is fading into false fantasies and dreams
Time stands still as hours turn into days and day fades into night
We are invisible entities entangled within each other
I fight to let go and you pull me closer as I scream for freedom

I grow colder and my skin shivers as I fight for something inexistent
My body thrashes even though I have already been shattered
I gasp for air once more as I feel myself give into false fate
I am fighting for something I will never have but will always love
The time is now and you are nowhere to be found

I am finally beginning to realize you are pulling me under
And still I fight to stay above; I’m not ready to give up…somebody save me
I feel myself being pulled under…giving up and losing the fight…I am drowning
I will never have what I have longed for…what I have waited for
I take one last gasp before giving into the fight as the water pulls me under

Love is such a wicked game.
Written by Wanderlust (LostStar)
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