Waiting

The rain is pouring down,
the night is long and cold,
still he's on my doorstep,
but his game is getting old.

High from my bedroom window
I can see his guilty face,
Patiently waiting for the door to open,
sighing I continue to pace.

I won't take him back again,
he caused for too much pain,
tears stain streaks from my eyes,
competing with the winter rain.

The door bell chimes again,
it makes me want to scream,
I've never known such torment,
please let it be a dream.

Now he's calling my name,
like so many times before,
no and never again,
I refuse to open the door.

His voice gnaws at my conscience,
so he made a common mistake,
it's so easy to forgive and forget,
but how much more can I take?

The memory of such deceit,
makes everything crystal clear,
collapsing into sobs.
I'm thankful he can't hear.

I want him to give up,
so I don't have to face the pain,
right now I'm just to weak,
still he's out there in the rain.

~Monstergrrl18