If A Curse

If it is a curse you will speak
Speak it now
I stand here hoping
I love you
Will come from your lips

I am the fool waiting on you
To decide if you care
I hate the feeling
My pride removed like a cloak
And thrown at your feet

Once I felt warmed by
The sunshine of your smile
Now winter stares at me
From your eyes
Coldness seeps into my soul
My heart as brittle as glass

Blessing or curse
I have gone beyond caring
My dignity has risen to its feet
I give my own answer
It is goodbye