A/N: I really don't know what this is, it's just for fun. Poetic based.

Salt
I could taste it in the rain as it drenched me in coatings of sorrow as I awaited my guest.

Acid
Of the lemon juice and chemicals that seeped into my numerous cuts and bruises as I tried to finish our long overdue science project that you never showed up to help with.

Corner
I'm waiting impatiently at the designated place, where we are to hopefully, at last, meet. Or so I believed. Foolish like every other time.

Roadkill
How I feel as the glare the of passers by weigh upon me pulling me down with a force ten times stronger than gravity. My legs are numb and fixed to the ground, I could have returned to my safe lonely home, but I trusted, I stayed.

Insomnia
I developed from lack of sleep due to the countless hours I would spend outside, trying to catch a glimpse of you, but to know avail. I now rub my bloodshot eyes, the temptation to gauge them out growing.

Freezing
I could feel the numbness spreading throughout my body like an ink spill on a cloth. The bitter wind biting mercilessly at my skin, as if tearing it to shreds but it stayed in place nonetheless. My teeth were chattering a chorus of high pitched drum beats, keeping in time with the steady pulse of the rain.

Idyllic
How I pictured our destined meet, warm with a cup of coffee and a fancy pastry from the café I stood pointlessly beside everyday, already knowing you would remain unseen.

Complicated
Oh how I wished these moments weren't so. As the bustling city noises died down, the lights begin flickering off and I, I stare at the message you'd sent reading "I'm almost there, see you soon!". I'd received it several hours ago.

Exits
I was in the open world, free to run back home whenever I wished, no restrictions no confinements, just, freedom. Why, day after day I continue to ponder outside watching out for you still remains a mystery, even to me myself.

Sacrifices
Oh how many I've made so that I, your beloved victim, could glance upon her bully once again, and apologise truly for the something close to nothing I could possibly have done wrong to you.

But then it hit me.

A Punishment
This was mine. A broken trust and a shattered heart as I clung onto a unfulfilled promise, actually believing it would happen.

This was my emotion murderer's final attack before completely disappearing from everything, leaving a paralysed statue, standing beside that bad-memory café, crying, breaking apart.

And relieving herself from feeling again.

A/N: this was deep and depressing, Ik. It's a new/old style (new to you but old to me!) that I wanted to try again. Hope you enjoy!