Why can’t I cry?
I have no tears.
Drowned by sorrow all of these years.
You’ve broken my tears.
And even though you are not here,
How can I cry when I have no tears?
It isn’t fair, loving you the way that I do.
My heart never listens to my head.
I want to cry deep down inside.
But I haven’t any tears.
The welling is there, yet the tears won’t drop.
Think I’ll go stand in the rain.
In hopes of imitating the pain.
Truth is I’d rather be here alone,
Than to taste the bitterness of your love.
I can see the color.
Although we do not speak.
She is proud, she is on his arm.
Bright red lipstick.
The kind that stains.
She is old, yet ancient.
In the seat.
Grabbing my reigns.
Hold tighter, sure not to fall.
Return them when you are done.
The blood red on her lips is fake.
The blood pumping through the pain in my heart, real.
How can you sit there?
If only I could hear your sweet voice say my name again.
What happened to us, where is the truth in that?
Sitting beside her.
It’s almost summer.
Beginning of spring.
The edge is crooked and the page is blank.
It’s dark right now.
If I read louder? Explain.
Phony red lipstick, his kisses on them real.
I am just me.