She wears two faces like an art form
I hear my name from behind the wall
she didnít answer my call
I donít wait around to hear the way
her words linger in duplicity

I step off the late night porch
into the glow of street lights
and kick the pavement back
to where I belong
alone with nothing
but sadness and
questions for company


Itís like Iím ten years old again
listening to the way the walls whisper
with the voices of betrayal
anger colouring my cheeks scarlet
as tears glisten on my skin †
and I leave them to their words
my body crumpling in dejection


I donít cry this time
I donít crumble and rip my knees
on the pavement in a bloody prayer
to a God whoís not listening
asking why me
why now
whyÖ anything

Iím not ten years old anymore
trying to understand cruelty
through the faces of people I love
because pulling out my insides
and offering them up as a gift
has never been enough
to appease a universe or a lover
who has once again mistaken
my kindness for weakness

© Indie Adams 2015
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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