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Feb 2012
she's standing there holding him as he cries
and over his head she is staring at me
I can't tell what's in her eyes
I can't tell if it's pity or anger or maybe
     it's understanding

I'm standing there hugging myself
she's standing there holding him as he cries

and at first I'm numb inside,
and then I feel it
it's bubbling up inside me trying to get out.
But I can't let it out
this isn't about me

and then I run because I see something in her eyes
that I can't accept yet
I run as far as I can
not seeing what's around me

All I see,
is her holding him as he cries

it should be me holding him,
but it's my fault he is crying
it's my fault that I'm laying here cold and alone

I should be with him
instead I'm laying here
waiting for someone to find me
or for everything to just fade to black

I was running, running from everything
and now for my stupidity
I'm laying here
cold and alone

i saw nothing around me
until it was to late

I always see it when it's too late
but this will be the last time

and still all I really see
is her holding him as he cries
Written by
Maria Rodriguez
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