Not So Bad Ass

When you told me you were dying, I cried.

I lay in your arms and I let my feelings out in tears.

You asked me to stop crying,

but you never wiped away my sorrows that were running down my face.

Even though you lied to me,

broke my heart, and never looked back,

I still feel that misery on my cheek every time I hear your story in someone else’s words.

It hurts to remember what they’re going through.

Of all the things I have,

with all the strength I had,

I am still no bad ass.

And when you told me you were dying, I cried.