Blood and Mascara Tears

Yes, this is true.

So you see, I can't believe this.
This pain I've dealt with,
has left me to wonder
whether any of it was true.
You say we can be friends,
yes I believe so too,
yet there's a problem with you,
you don't know how.
My childhood best friend,
why did you betray me so?
When our love has been pure,
for quite some time.
I've started to question
every word you ever said
due to the fact that it was easy enough for you
to walk away, to break my heart.
These pieces you've left
will no longer welcome you,
for the pain was much too real,
worse than when you almost died.
That night, out at the lake, yeah
you know the one,
when you held me, kept me warm,
kissed me the way you did for so many years.
Was that night, one of my best,
played out the way you intended?
Did you want me like you said, was my heart your toy,
or were you out for fun before you left me shattered?
You see, here's where you went wrong.
You thought I'd handle it well.
Do you remember what you asked of me?
The deed you never thought I would be able to do?
Well, you fucked up. You know what?
I did do it.
How does it feel knowing you are the reason I did?
The steak knife in the kitchen, I took it, I cut my wrist.
The blood that welled,
was an unknown pleasure that I didn't think would help,
but I was wrong, oh how I was wrong my "lifelong" friend,
it worked wonders.
Oh yeah, that migraine I had,
you know, from crying my eyes and heart out,
never left, never died away.
It's there with the memory of that night.
The stain on my satin pillow,
the mixture of blood and mascara tears,
is just a silent reminder of how you, my "love"
used, and lost the one person who always
Cared.

Author's Note

Yes, this is true, every word. But don't judge me.

Reviews

[Cassi M.]

At first I was going to say that it felt so real that it was like you had experienced this. Then I read the author's note, and it proved to me that it was real. Anyways, it's obvious that these words mean a lot to you and this poem has an incredible amount of voice. Everytime I read it I hear a heartbroken woman telling this story. Very good job, as usual.

[Dream Weaver]

Nightmarish love that should not be.
A lesson in trust to a tragic outcome.
Time heals all wounds and with age
comes wisdom..A very sad write
indeed.

[heich]

i love it..is this a reality or purely fiction?...