Tears

Tears running rampant through the crevices of my face; I'm powdering this mask just to make you smile. I'm shouting out I love you, saying it to the world. You're not speaking, only standing there. Smiling, maybe? You just spit into my face, I run away this is too upsetting now. Wiping it away with the ragged strings of my heart, do you know what you are doing? The little smiles and spoken words, the tender hugs and sweet kisses have disappeared.

Each little wisp of blue mascara; painting my face to support your team. Cheering loudly, smiling broadly. My friends are teasing and I am glowing. Until I look at you.
That cute friend of yours is chatting you up, you are telling those girls how talented they are. I twinge with jealousy, filled with hurt.

But I just pull my hat down to hide this frown.

I love you, I'll say it again. But I don't know how much longer and can deal with you melting away,.. running away,... just like those dripping tears, pulling makeup off my face.
My face is soaked, my tears are running clear blue. The mask is unpainted, this time not for you!
I want you. I love you. Can't you see it now?
Maybe I am going crazy, maybe I'm overreacting. I. don't. know. I am slowly pushing my way off the bench, crossing through the crowd

People are staring as I'm running, the fleece clinging to my skin. I'm pushing my way onto the field, I need to kiss you again.

I don't even take time to tap your shoulder. I am only turning you around and pulling you close by the hem of your jersey, pressing your cold lips to mine.

We're all caught up in a fiery embrace, my eyes are closed and the tears have stopped running.

I keep my eyes closed, breathing slowly. Not worried about a thing.

Everything that had gone wrong, every misspoken word and awkward hug is pushing its way out of my head. This is now, everything is now, I am living now.

So I hold you tighter and bury my head into you. Tears are still bleeding out, but many of them are full of joy, I don't care about the problems anymore.

Even though I know we'll still have problems, even though that girl in the short skirt is still going to try and kiss you, I've found that I can do the one thing I thought I never could:

Trust