Sorrow Poem by Bridgette Elizabeth Dalton

Words that should not be spoken will not calm down inside my head
I find myself unable to call BLACK what's glowing RED
but time has laid itself out like a sheet over these mistakes
Too alive to declare dead
I must instead
address the cause of my heart's many endless aches

I ignore them twice a day
at eightteen minutes past nine
I ignore them every Sunday
when I don't see you drink wine
I ignore them when my dreams wrap around you and nothing else
When I say, 'no really, i'm fine, ' what a standard line,
I ignore the cries of myself

The bliss that was found out of my ignorance has turned to a gentle despair
He loves me, but to love him back feels a bit unfair
Whether I'm at home or with him- I'm alone
All I can see in his eyes isn't your stare
The unanswered phone, the ring tone's monotonous drone
seems to mock the fact that I care

When the boy who'll never hurt me a tenth of how you did, loves me despite my flaws
why do I wish to swap your presence for his in every conversatory pause?
You're still with me, although you don't know it
When you're with her, it is common fact
It pains me to be unable to show it-
that my comfort is needed only for what I lack.