If you don’t love me
why do you keep me?
If you don’t love me
why do you care?
I stood before you
my hands out in supplication
tears crowding the corners of my eyes
mouth turned down
a sad clown’s frown
while raven’s clawed at my hair.
I rend my clothes
blacken my cheeks
with mascara rivers
as you stare in disbelief.
Suddenly I stop
and look at the number above you
realizing I am at the wrong house.
The one I needed to guilt lived at 217
and I was at 271.
Awkward…….