Tears cascade and fade away,
But the hurt burns inside awake.
The swollen eyes pink from tears,
Never show the hurt that stretches for years.
The words I say slip from my lips-
But inside my heart they keep their grip.
The flush on my check will lighten,
Yet me soul will not brighten.
All this you do, but only half you see,
Unwilling to know that slowly, your killing me.
How many times must I repeat-
The same slow words that cause cheek.
Whether you ignore or fail to understand
Because of it, I see you as less of a man.
You treat me with disrespect
And holding onto the internal, I regret
For I am no better than you to the abuse I make
My own little punishment I force myself to take.
I shouldn't even try commenting on this, because, well, my brain does not work. But my heart does. And this is definitely a heart-to-heart poem. So I guess what my heart is trying to make my brain say is. I feel you! And, always, I love you!
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