Tears
One day, my eyes pray for tears.
Not the cause of despair or jeers.
To feel the silent patter against my face,
No one to see my utter disgrace.
The darkness conceals my withering figure.
Widened eyes upon me lingure.
Swollen ovals, from years of misuse,
Now to my broken body, abuse.
I watch life with a goofy grin,
Only to hide my terrible sin.
I grow used to this stagnant smile.
My life needs nothing more to rile.
Might I ever feel sadness as I did?
As you left without so much as a farewell bid.
The oddest part of our relationship, tattered
My sense of hate, utterly battered.
And although I hardly hate sincerely,
You could never escape my heart, deary.
