"Am I Looking Cute?"

Tears fell like rain, and he'd say, "I love you cute, when you're crying this way." I'd ask, "Are you sadist?" with a grin, He'd laugh and tease, "You admire me, even within." We'd giggle and play, our love so true, But now, I'm left with tears, and a heart that's blue. He became the reason, for my sorrow and pain, And I'm left wondering, if he still thinks I'm cute, in vain. Do I still look cute, when tears stream down my face? Or am I just a memory, a distant, fading place? I wish I knew, what we missed, what we couldn't share, But for now, I'm left with tears, and a heart that's bare.