I don’t cry often but when I do it’s torrential.
It’s often something you said, or did…
because no one in this world can make me cry quite like you.
The words came out of your mouth so harsh
and I felt like my soul just shriveled and shrank away.
I asked you to leave before I cried,
I didn't want you seeing my tears.
My gold green eyes welled up with oceans of pain.
You stood there stubbornly, as though you could fix it.
“Go” I sobbed…begging you to give me a moment
let me fix myself…let me pull the pieces back together
at least leave me my dignity.
You walked away, shoulders slumped as if I had hurt you
Or as though you were worried for me…
Don’t worry though…
As you said, I’m flighty, I get bored easy
I’ll be over it tomorrow…
Sometimes it amazes me how little you know me.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
I don’t cry often but when I do it’s torrential.
It’s often something you said, or did…
because no one in this world can make me cry quite like you.
The words came out of your mouth so harsh
and I felt like my soul just shriveled and shrank away.
I asked you to leave before I cried,
I didn't want you seeing my tears.
My gold green eyes welled up with oceans of pain.
You stood there stubbornly, as though you could fix it.
“Go” I sobbed…begging you to give me a moment
let me fix myself…let me pull the pieces back together
at least leave me my dignity.
You walked away, shoulders slumped as if I had hurt you
Or as though you were worried for me…
Don’t worry though…
As you said, I’m flighty, I get bored easy
I’ll be over it tomorrow…
Sometimes it amazes me how little you know me.
Not sure if it qualifies as a poem, since I usually rhyme.
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