With Love

Dear expensive Mascara,

I often find you reeking on me through precious pearls galore.

And when I think it’s over,

Silently, there’s always more.

Are you this sensitive or is it the pain in those eyes?

It hurts to see the downpour,

Like the rains from the grey-coloured skies.

You’ve left stains on my skin

And I know I’ll be concealed.

But what about the unspoken pain that every night those big, black eyes reveal?

You know you are expensive.

But even more are her tears.

Be strong. Highlight those eyes, 

She wakes up everyday to fight her fears.

I am just a dream away.

Let her know she needs to sleep.

And stop crying for that idiot, 

Who was never even hers to keep.

With love, support and concern,

Her super soft- polyester filled  Pillow