Convenient Amnesia... Poem by chantelle ribeiro

It is not all about you
You love
only when the sun shines upon your face
You lie
when the storm clouds gather on the horizon
withdraw into your little world
pushing away all that is good
like me...
Hot and cold and cold and hot
you play me so easily
a symphony of misery
Broken promises
convenient amnesia
And still, here I am
The fool
The willing victim
bringing myself to you
over and over again
And every time something breaks
I crumble
I stumble
I cry the tears of a thousand years
whispering your name
hating you at this moment
wishing I could disappear...
Wondering if what I am is here
this thing of consequence
A babbling idiot of despair
My swollen eyes my wild stare
And still here I am laid bare
before your greedy eyes
My heart upon my sleeve
dried and torn like Autumn leaves
that have scattered on the ground