Tear’s At Any Cost Poem by Mark Heathcote

You see those tears that run to form a valley sea
They’re not really honestly meant for me
You beat your hands, unclasp them then to ask
Why I’m not real with you and unmask
Why I’m not baying at that moon for you
Why I’m not home earlier for tea, whew!
I’ve not been gone but a minute or two,
And every word I utter you misconstrue
You see those tears that run to form a valley
They’re not really honestly meant for me
They’re like those rose petals after their flowering, honey
They’re opaque and confused. Insufficiently,
Loved by in number by everyone, honey...
They’re a well never to be filled or paled, honey
So, how am I going to deal with that winter tales thorn?
That only knows how to bleed forlorn.
You see those tears that run to form a valley sea
They’re not really honestly meant for me
I’m just a mirrors taciturn reflection blue
I’m just the sucker you wade on through
Applying, makeup to hide the real you
Empty and lost; wanting never to be alone
At any cost you’re always unbeknown
To me and even you the real you is unseen
Hiding behind a veil, screen.
You see those tears that run and then form a sea
They’re not really honestly meant for me.
They’re always about you and your instant frown
It’s always about you
In the middle of a nervous breakdown
Trying to keep your pride and me from leaving at any cost