I Doubt You Want To Hear Me Complain. Poem by Anastasia Denise Johnson

Her cries for help, make your blood run cold.
These desperate pleads, are anything but old.
She wants to reach out, to hold a loving hand.
But with her lovers doubt, she can't even stand.

His favorite color makes her smile, it's the only thing she'll feel
The pain will stay for a while, it lets her know she's real.

I question you, to see if you care.
I've tested you, to know that your there.

It's kind of hard to unleash a beast
To let down your guard, when lust's voice has deceased.
I'd rather a lie, then to have it explode.
But as time goes by, the truth will unfold.

And as hell freezes over, so does my heart.
To think I went sober, to paint empty art.
I tried all I could, and you lead me on.
Forget it? I should, So the tears will be gone.

I'll starve my life, of respect and beauty.
Leave it to my knife, Because pain is his duty.

My rivers will flow, of tender irish dreams.
But my spirits will go, as they turn in to streams...