Forgotten - Poem by Faustina Marie
Torn in half, I spit into the wind
Fully aware of the consequence,
The saliva slapping my cheek
Displacing mascara polluted tears
Reminds me that I still Am
How I lavish them on their special days!
How keen I am to their preferences,
How knowledgeable to what would make them happiest!
Those who I wouldn't blame for forgetting
Were the only ones who knew,
Those who I held to remembering
Did not appear to care,
Half-hearted words, at best
My absence may go unnoticed
As I am flighty many-a-day,
But my tears are too proud
To tell them what they have done
Knives, knives, knives!
Their silences cut me to the core
I can't e'en face the light
For fear my wounds will fester
And the silence may turn to sympathy
It would only sting of salt
Truly, singing would have been overwhelming,
I did not want a cake
And balloons would be far too boisterous,
All I wanted were warm words
And quick embraces
For the second year in a row,
You could not offer even that!
So wonder on your actions,
How you did me wrong,
Conclude that I feel worthless,
Used, unappreciated, unloved!
Steep in regret
For I will not take my weapons
To your throats or hearts,
Tempting as the revenge is,
Lashing from my being,
You did not deserve my effort,
I will simply drown here
Lost among the forgotten
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