For quite some time now
I have rained tears
for people who meant me no good,
mourning for them
like a grieving relative.
I have drained
my stream of tears
so deeply
that I no longer shed them.
Remorse and empathy
have slowly emptied from me,
until I became hollow.
Had you warned me once
about the shenanigans of love,
I would have dived in
with caution.
But you stood silent –
numb and unmoved
leaving me to swim
in a den of sharks.
Broken and wounded,
I rose from the shallow sea,
burning with pain
and bitter anger.
I have forsaken my duty
to spread love
and instead
inflicted pain
upon innocent hearts.
Cry me a river,
for I too was once a victim –
a pawn
in the selfish games
of others.
So, cry me a river
to water this broken heart of mine,
so that perhaps
I may become again
the lover boy
I once was.
