Back Pocket Poem by Kristen Currey

I broke down tonight,
And every tear I held back from you,
Was let loose and flowed free,
They had built up for so long,
That I couldn't handle the pressure.

Now a glance at the mirror,
Brings up a chuckle or two,
With swollen eyes,
And a bright red nose,
And mascara stained cheeks,
I look like an absolute mess,
Almost as bad as I feel.

You see, darling,
I had fallen so deeply in love,
So crazy, so madly,
So much more than perhaps,
You'll ever care to learn,
But even if you asked,
I'd never let you in on the truth,
I would simply continue with the facade,
Vulnerability is an emotion,
I've never dealt with well.

And as I write this poem,
As these words are formed from my pen,
I realize a sad little fact;
None of the words I write,
Will be seen by those soft, caring eyes,
For this page will remain forever melded,
Forever creased and crinkled,
Into the folds of my back pocket.