My eyelids
Are still
swollen from crying
I can still taste the salt on my face
And yet it means nothing to you
You think
tears have no place
In this journey we are taking...
This life we are living
For you its not as complicated
There doesn’t need to be so much emotion
Fulfillment
Joy.
Everything's fine
In your
eyes
You don’t see..
What
the fuss is...
But that's the point.
You don’t see.
One day you will wake up
And I am not there anymore
And you
will wonder why
Even though for years I have been trying to make you see
This ache I feel
I have reached out
And begged,
and cried, and spilt my heart to you
But you don’t see
What
the big deal is
One day you will wake up
And I am not there anymore
By your side
And you will not think it is your fault
You will put it on me,
I know
this now,
Because even with your I love yous
When
I bleed and I ache
You look
at me like I'm being stupid...
And
its “my problem’’
My overreacting, and emotional stuff and nonsense
And I see, that perhaps you don’t even know it yourself
But you don’t really care anymore.
My tears are wasted,
because
all they are ,
are salt on my face
They mean nothing to you.
My ache is a silent storm..
....that has no friends, no
sympathetic shoulder to listen
Just paternal
politically correct condescending slaps in the face from you when I try to open
up..
“I get it, I must have been.....” you say,
so cold, so
hoarse...
But with no following sorry or I care or I understand
So my tears are wasted,
Because
to you they mean nothing.
They are perhaps a
tool you think
That I whip out...but they are nothing.
One day you will wake up,
In your
empty bed...and wished you had listened
Really listened. Without distraction, without a phone call
or a text message to reply to..
You will realise you never listened...but by then I will
not be there...
And my tears, just wont be your problem anymore.
