In Spirit and memory

With every single tear,
My pain grows even worse,
This pain without an antidote,
As if a powerful curse,

Your words do not deceive me,
Because I know you do not care,
For even if you could,
Im sure you wouldn’t dare,

I know this for a fact,
Because your to preoccupied to see,
All these tears I cry,
And all this inside me,

Though your smile remains so charming,
As well as does your smarts,
And all those things about you,
Are cradled in my heart,