Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

The fine line between being a monster, and being just regular-awful.

No, no, no wait

let me rephrase that.

 

You see, when I said that

"I love it when they cry"

I actually just meant

I find that women are most beautiful

when they're quietly sobbing.

 

None of that loud, grief-stricken **** though.

 

I like the silent tears,

I like the fighting to not let your face scrunch up too much.

 

I like it when they're crying,

but still trying to be pretty

between the shuddering inhales.

 

Y'know?

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
Listerineyedrops
30 / M
Published
Jan 8
Lines·Words
14·77
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell Listerineyedrops how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write