D.

I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting here.

Seems like an eternity.

 Your presence is haunting

your moods swings are daunting.

 I can barely breathe.

You’re like a lake in a desolate tract,

noticeable but still little.

Your creek has a bend,

you’re shallow at your ends

but still you’re deep in the middle.

I have held you through endless fights,

wars you’ve waged on yourself.

I have held your hand,

fixed your mess

and I put blame on nobody else.

Now you say your does,

say you’re through.

Swallow yourself in your shell.