Why Do Me Like That

Don't sit there and grin at me when I sat there and cried for you. Why do me like that? Feel the pain deep in my soul, don't look past those dull eyes. Why do me like that? Taste the tears I shed for, (to some a worthless love) but for a love that I had deep in my heart, yet you stand there and kick your head up with nose in air. Why do me like that? It is easy to lose such memory that had no meaning, but when it meant something, and it wasn't just the butterflies fluttering their beautiful wings in the pit of my stomach and gut; then it is not so easy to wipe away such sorrowful tears. Why do me like that? See what your doing, wrong- no more good words to be spread, no more good memories to be shared or created, only idle hands and an idle heart that has run out of beats. Yet, you sit with your heart still thumping away and you sit there and grin at me, when I sit there and cry for you. Why do me like that? Breaking hearts, you cutting my heartstrings with your bush whacker and you still there smiling, as you cut away with every slice going deeper into my soul and my heart, and you sit there grinning, as I sit there and shed tears that may have no end... You sit there and grin, while I sit there and cry. Why do me like that? Why?... Love is nothing with doubt, never once in the mind, body, soul and heart ever have such doubt for if that be the case, then you sit their, with your heart in your hand and she standing over you... and she will grin, and grinning she is best at. and you will ask the same as I, Why do me like that? .1.13.2014.