30 Jan 98
Bitter

I look away,
Ashamed to show the tears
Which have filled my eyes.

I cry,
For that is all I can do.
Though I’m still ashamed to show my tears.

My pillow -
Soaked with the pain and sorrow,
Caused by the one who I care for most.

Maybe I cared too much.
Placed myself, my trust, my life in the hands of another
And stood back and watched them throw it all away.

Everything I had, I gave - 
Only to have it thrown back with a force that knocked me down
And broke the hands which were tied behind my back.

With both hands broke
I have nothing to hold the life which has been thrown out of my reach.
Nothing to hold the one I care for most.

The one who broke my ‘twice shy’ heart,
Placed it down beside me
And stood back to watch it bleed.

The blood is on your hands now.