I sit in my bed with mascara stained tears, as the music drums in the background, vibing, singing with so much emotions the words are barely audible, but the hurt is undeniable. Mascara stained tears that flow with no hesitation, as I bob my head and throw my hands in the air to Mary's "I can Love you..." but whose lovin me? Mascara stained tears fall as I reflect on the words that went without a response, the empty inbox, the desperate plea all are a part of my anguish. Mascara stained tear soaked pillow cases across my bed reveal the secrets of my night. Deep sighs, rolled eyes, psychological lies run through my mind. And on my face, mascara stained tears.
