Melting Days Poem by Desiree Whitamore

in time i might find your reason
i might cry less for you.
but right now i can't stand believing
that you could love me too.

because if you loved me now
you'd see that i am dying.
you wouldn't ask me how
i continue all this crying.

you would see the broken cliff
that i am standing on
as my hopes begin to lift
who i was is gone

you would see the never changing truth
that YOU. ARE. LOSING. ME.
with the last of all my youth
i STILL can't make you see.

you would see my bitten tongue
from trying not to say
that i am still too young
to make it go away.

you would see my angry tears
sliding down my cheeks
as darkness turns to fear
and days melt into weeks.

you would see the angry mob
crusading through my soul
and feel the heavy sobs
as torture takes control.

lastly you would see
that this takes too much pain
so now, i'm asking please.
for ME, why can't you change?