I cleared the paragraph  And shortened the lines

To encourage my writing read…

I attempted to explain

All that felt-

But your eyes looked dead.

I held my tongue
And pierced  my lips

To clear this up for you…

But you waved your hand

To excuse my presence 

As the message you thought you knew.

If you loved me all
You would take the time

To know the place I stand.

To simply dismiss the chance
To know me now

Is a cruel way to play your hand.

The seconds were allowed to stop
As you narrowed your eyes

To read my message to you.

And without hesitation 

You walked away

Because you were hurting too.