HIM

He looks at me with those eyes of mercy
Not saying a word not even breathing
The fire that burns in his eyes shows the feelings
That yearns so deeply in the depths of cursory.
I stand here looking at his emotions
Feeling the pain he has bestowed on me,
Trying to go through all of the motions
Even when its so very hard to see
What in the world he wants of me.
But as I sit here sad and frustrated
My heart tells me to move on forward
Away from he who makes me dejected.
But the thought of what he has done is weak
Next time I’ll be stronger when we speak.