Down With Everything
Done with those
candles
down with those
tears
Done with those
tantrums
and irrational
fears
Done with those
prayers
the stamping of
feet
Tired of histrionics
and
blackmailing bleat
Done
with those lies
and her
churlish acting out
now when
she looks in a mirror
and when
she brushes her hair
Somewhere
over her shoulder
perhaps
she might just make out
the reflection
of a blue eyed man who
maybe
once used to care ...