...you will forget that you forgot. Then tears start to fall.

Weep my tears,
Wash my face,
Pretend,
Don't let them see;

Shut in your feelings,
Don't let it escape your lungs,
Mute your heart,
So they can't hear;

How foolish,
Tormenting myself repeatedly,
Knowing that it's wrong,
To make them believe that I am my disguise.

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

Broken poetries
Confused soliloquies
Unsent letters
Unexpressed behaviors

Divided heart
Unfinished art
Terrible voices
Worthless pieces

Sleepless nights
Nostalgic bites
Broken dreams
Unexplored whims

And a collection of regrets
That left permanent twinges.