Why I Cry - Poem by MARINA GIPPS
I cry for the lost baby inside of me that never existed to a man I loved.
I cry countless nights for him knowing he will never return.
I cry and then I die and he doesn’t care.
I beg him to love me over and over like a dizzying merry-go-round.
I spend all my money on him because I want to buy him.
He cannot be bought…except maybe temporarily.
I don’t know why really I do the things I do.
Some say it’s a lack of self-worth.
But if I didn’t value myself, I would not try
To show him I am the best for him…
Why I cry. And then after he believes me,
maybe I will die peacefully if ever there was such a thing
As a happy ending. Why I cry at sad movies and horror shows
that remind me of this love. Why I kiss small children
Goodbye as if they were my own blood.
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