2 A.M.

2 am
As I feel my heart breaking
Because it yearns for the you
That is no more.
2 am
My eyes water,
Threatening to overflow
 The lids that hold them there.
2 am
My mind pounds
As the thoughts of insecurity
Run wild within me.
What more could I do
To prove to you
That I'm susceptible to your words,
Defenseless to the bullets you call jokes.
You chide me for being "so sensitive".
Why can't you see
How your words mean a lot to me?
Sticks and stones, right?
Oh how very wrong,
For words will always hurt me,
Especially yours.

Millie J. Skosher