catharsis.

tell her you love her.

pry the cold cup of coffee from her blue-nailed fingers, sit her down and make her fix her glazed, empty gaze on you. tilt her chin up, press your thumb down lightly on her lower lip. watch as the wind plays with her hair, tugs it free from the knot on the top of her head.

this is the girl that loves you, loves you with a poet's lips and a warrior's heart; the girl that aches night after night for you but never tells a soul. this is the girl who wishes more than anything that you'd touch her the way you always touched her, that you'd slide the worn sweater she stole from you off her shoulder and plant kisses where their absence hurts her the most, that you'd hold her to you once more and whisper those words she needed to hear again like sinking stones.

this is the girl that loves you with everything she has.

so what are you waiting for? tell her you love her, tell her you love her, tell her you love her –

or did even that fail the test of time as well?