Treasure Island

Michael McParland


I Will Not Cry


My eyes are bone dry.
Why would I cry over such a loss?
What was there was not so good.
I just stayed because I could.

It was nothing special.
That's for sure.
You're boring and you're stupid too.
I would not cry over such as you.
You have the personality of a dead fish.
You have a pretty face, between your ears is plain dead space.

It's ridiculous you think I'd cry.
You're not even worth the lie.
To my indifference you are blind.

I will not cry, I tell you so.
Because I'm tough and very cold.
I'll just ride now into dawn.
Until the memories of you are gone.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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