A Poem

[nyc_poet]

Hey. I wrote this poem after I snapped into a million pieces Thursday. It's pretty raw and different than my usual style but I think I actually kindof like it...what do you think? Anything I should do to tighten it up?

February Has A Mind Of Its Own

It might just be the February in me talking
But I really hate your eyes
They gaze at me with such painful beauty
They’re too blue
You should really do something about that
You should wear sunglasses
No one wants to be reminded of the horror that replays itself in your stare
What are you doing?
Don’t well up with tears
Crying means you’re weak
Oh, go ahead and cry
I don’t care
Be a baby
It won’t bring your Daddy back
He’s dead
That’s right
I said the words
You’re going to glare at me now
I’m only stating the truth
You can’t live in your dream world anymore
Let’s face the harsh reality right now
Prove your strength to me
I don’t believe in you
Did you just raise your eyes back up to mine?
Did you just say that I’m too afraid to cry?
I’m not afraid of anything
I’ve been through hell and back and I’m still going strong
Fine
I’ll show you that I’m not afraid
Do you see this?
I’m crying
Wow
I’m actually sobbing
Oh, my God, I can’t even look at you anymore
These damn tears are fogging up my eyes so much
I can’t even see the damn mirror anymore
Well, is that proof enough for you?
Just
You know
Remember
It’s only the February in me that’s talking…