begging someone to love you,
begging someone to look at you
someone who did all this just a while ago,
but stopped.

now, when they look at you,
they only see through you .
how can that happen?
how can that be?

to all the people who loved you,
then stopped
ask them if you ever rained on their parade.
can’t they see
the tears streaming down your face,
the tremor in your voice
as you beg them to stay?

maybe they do
just act like they don’t.

once upon a time,
they would have been the ones
soothing you,
holding you tight
yet now,
they are the ones
throwing around sharpened knives.