No One Can See Me Crying

As I fall to the ground,
my hair whips around,
my face, my neck, my back,
as my heart continues to crack.

I can hear the heart finally shatter,
nothing else matters,
the fury of the breeze stinging at my eyes,
causing me to rise.

I sit up, back against the fence,
thinking about that ungrateful wench,
who stole him from me,
and left everything too blurry to see.

My head droops to my knees,
as I try to squeeze,
away the tears of the death of the love,
that was certainly not sent from above.

The rain hits hard,
leaving my flesh marred,
the water replaces itself with bruises,
as I remember of the late night cruises.

How could he do this?
Leaving my with a long list,
of why I feel like dying,
to how no one can see me crying.

(This poem was inspired by the quote, "I like walking in the rain because no one can see me crying.")