I Know the World Left You.

Black nail polish chipped off,
And the hair dye starts to fade.
What are you supposed to do,
When all the “pretty” goes away?

Nobody’s going to want that,
Not me or you or him.
I will not wipe mascara tears,
If you don’t force a grin.

Pretend to be happy,
Happy I’m still here....
I know you don’t want me,
But I must interfere.

Don’t flinch when I hold you,
Or when I try and please.
No, I’m not your mother.
Still, I know you have needs.

Everyone abandoned,
And now you wish you could.
Please, honey, just hold still....
You’re only misunderstood.

Your fingers trip over keys,
As you try and write me back.
The tears smudge down concealer,
While you think your heart is cracked.

Allow me to say,
I think you’ll be fine.
As for the polish and hair dye,
Without it... you’re still mine.