Without

My tears are rain drops in denial I hate to see him clothed with other girls. Their laughter pierces my ears like cotton bullets They pull me away from everything I want My heart to turns to hate and bakes like loathed bread He doesn’t notice me anymore than he did before. I’ll stay here and hibernate in my thoughts, Trying to set the blade away for now. I hate to see the other beauty that surpasses my own. I think my only thought is to leave them all behind.