Tearstained

Tearstained

A Poem by The Devil's Own B***h

Why is it so hard for me to understand

That, still, even after all this time,

You don’t care for me?

Promises should never be made,

Because, just like hearts,

They get broken.

My heart isn’t sure what it feels anymore;

It’s not even sure IF it feels at all.

I watch as the rain showers down,

Caressing the Earth,

And I wish that the mascara tears

Now streaking down my face,

Were staining your shirt.

At least then I would know that

In your arms is where I’d be.

But now, I sit here,

My mascara just streaking down my cheeks –

You’re nowhere to be found.

But how could I ever have expected you to be?

I’m just a waste of your time and effort –

You’ve made that clear.

But why, still, is it so hard for me to understand

That you never wanted me?

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel24February2009

 

© 2009 The Devil's Own B***h


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The Devil's Own B***h
The Devil's Own B***h

Roodepoort, South Africa



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My name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..

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