Vermilion Tears Poem by Foster Teegarden

You have sent me to this point.
Exit my resolve.
I am done, given up hope
to make you my love.
Hubristic, that is not me,
especially not now
after you destroyed my soul,
I am not allowed
to have joy. No more laughter,
but memories remain,
though not good, never was I
there to fix your pain
when you were sick on the floor,
you had me locked out
so as to keep away from
picking me, as tout.
Now I do sit here at home
without company.
I'll just let vermilion tears
flow down my body.
There's no note, I will not gloat
for the deeds I have done,
cause there are none to speak of.
I'm a virgin, hon'.