Two Twenty-Two

Last Friday

was the last day,

I felt human.

Like the real Faith.

I never knew

just what to do,

or how to feel,

that afternoon.

He stole my time.

He has my mind.

Flashes of him

pop-up, I find

it hard to let

myself rewind.

'Cause when I do,

tears leave my eyes.

They stain my cheeks.

No, I'm not fine.

I'm f*****g sad,

I cry alone.

Out on the street;

Cold concrete stone.

Tears soak my hand,

I feel pathetic,

as strangers watch.

I hate to let it,

my emotions.

Come to and fro.

I'm not a girl,

Yes, this I know.

In the next life 

I won't show

that vulnerability

that they all know.