Nothing At All Poem by Isabella Francis

Tears drip upon the slit wrist,
Sending waves of pain down my spine.
You, one who I'd loved,
Are suddenly not mine.
Turn a blind eye,
To my tears,
Turn a deaf ear,
To my cries,
Be the handicap who would,
Never wipe my eyes.
All I asked,
For an ocean of love,
Were two minutes to be spent,
Few words to be spoken,
And the purest of pure touch.
I realize my love,
I asked for too much.
You insulted me,
I mean to you nothing at all,
Not even the friend,
Who had once cushioned your fall.
Singing lullabies for you,
Shouldering your tears,
Taking in your negativity,
Taking in your fears.
Tell me, please,
Where was I wrong my dear?
You are my sunshine,
You are my moonbeam,
In these last moments,
Only your name will I scream.