You look at me with ill-disguised despair,
Ashamed of what you see before your eyes,
Undressed by your emotion I am bare.
Your body shakes, you’re choked with muffled cries.
I hate that I have made you feel this way,
But one day you should try my shoes for size.
You think that if you hope and if you pray,
You’ll see return the woman that you love,
But I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.
I don’t believe that there’s a God above
Nor demons, who know how to steal this pain
That fits me like a much-loved, well-worn glove.
I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you yet again,
Each time I say I won’t but then I do,
You must be tiring fast of this refrain.
I wish that I was good enough for you.
[Today’s poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt – to write a Terza Rima]