Words
and feelings
bounce around my brain
like bowling balls.
There's so much that
I want to say.
But I won't.
I'm waiting for you
to come back.
Come and answer for your crimes.
I will say
that I'm
here
for you.
I am loyal
to you.
When I ask you
If you're okay,
don't lie to me.
To everyone else,
sure.
But not to me.
Not me.
And don't think I don't see your
anguish.
Mock me,
push me away,
laugh at my loveliness,
I care not.
Keeping a distance from you is
too
fucking
exhausting.
Because one glimpse of
your discouragement
makes my heart
soft
again.
