I curl up in my corner,
this dark, quiet place, devoid of light.
And the chilled air, rushes through the window left ajar.
I wish there was wind…
to hollow out my deadened heart.
I see your smile flash across the floor,
and I stand and I speak to you.
But the words spoken, only said to fill up the space,
because you aren't listening, aren't even looking at me.
Slow, sinking feeling in my stomach,
as I realize the tearstained truth.
That all this time, you were only thinking,
wanting, wishing you were somewhere else,
talking to another, at another time.
I should have expected this, it shouldn't be a shock.
And yet- it is.
Why do I believe your sweet words?
…when you tell me that I am worthwhile.
Even as my heart melts, my mind screams,
not to listen, that it is lies.
Always I ignore those cries of my conscience,
and follow my fickle heart… once again it was wrong.
I suppose I set myself up for this…