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Sep 2011
I sit outside with tears in my eyes
Hoping they think it's the sky that drenched the dry
Knowing again wouldn't be worth the fight
but believing your words that seem disguised as lies
Moving on this time seems worth a try
But the fact of it is you are the only weakness of mine
You play off my fears at the worst of times
and I'm stuck again, alone at night
Longing to be back where it all felt right
its a long shot at best but you relentlessly bite
My hand that's been broken, once or twice,
Nothings worth the pain that I'm feeling tonight
Because now I stand silently In very loud crowds
Listening to the lies that fall from their mouths
Praying to God they don't see past the frown
Or ask how I lost what you long ago found
I'm broke but not broken,
Still stuck here but hoping
That the reality I know
Is worth each of the blows
You pulled out your gun
Shot more then the sun
Ruined everything we'd built
Without remorse or guilt
Left me stranded and empty
You pretend to be friendly
So sit, and laugh, with the princess you have
While I stand, and demand, his callused hand.
Sarah Alana Cayton
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