Broken Love

I’m standing here
In the rain
Drops pour down,
Mixing with the salt of my tears
Our Mother pitying my despair.

Her smile mocks me,
But her eyes portray their true innocence
Sure, she didn’t know
Still doesn’t
Even if the knife is still stuck in my chest.

They say guilt lies on your shoulders
But I learned broken love pierces your heart
And that’s the way I’m left
Standing in the rain
Without a clue, that’s what they all are
Shadows passing me with umbrellas over their ignorant heads
Hair dry, faces in a frown
But no tears soak their eyes
Alone, that’s what I am
That’s all I am.

Sure, I told him
But he can’t understand
His perfect eyes, hair, body
That is mockery at its finest
But I’m used to it
Friends cause joy and pain
But I’m used to it
By now.

He says love is strange
He says love works in many ways
He doesn’t know love
He doesn’t know love as it is ripped from your soul
And poured into the puddles made from my tears
She might know love
But not when it’s staring her in the face
Or when it's supporting her soft chin as it rests on my shoulder
Or when it’s taking a photo to treasure forever in my mind
I may forget some moments
But I can never forget her
No matter where her love is faced
Or where she chooses to leave it.
Even when it’s not with me.