i think we should
be allowed to cry
in coffeeshops
or any other place
when, even in public,
we are so overcome
with f e e l i n g
that it spills over
maybe into our
nighttime coffee
anywhere
we finally feel
quiet, calm, safety
wash over us
briefly,
for no good reason
what's the use in
sitting there, alone
working, reading
drinking things with
stupid names and pretending
we have it all together
i think we should
celebrate overflowing
which is how i've always
really felt about
crying, anyway
it's all so much
just to exist in a world
with everything to experience
in so little time
and it's really
no wonder our delicate
little vessels
can't handle it
all without some
overflow
what's the point
in doing it all and never
letting yourself be full of it
so full that it
spills, runs, drips
from your insides
because there's simply
not enough room for
you to hold it all
i want it all
even if it stings
even when it
really, really, hurts
like deep down in
my bones hurts
and i want the rest
especially when it
feels like my chest
will explode if i
even think of inhaling
another bit of life
i want to cry because
everything hurts so much
even the best parts
i think we should just
let each other be open,
maybe a little too open
what does that
even mean anyway?
i think we should
be allowed to cry
in coffeeshops.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
i think we should
be allowed to cry
in coffeeshops
or any other place
when, even in public,
we are so overcome
with f e e l i n g
that it spills over
maybe into our
nighttime coffee
anywhere
we finally feel
quiet, calm, safety
wash over us
briefly,
for no good reason
what's the use in
sitting there, alone
working, reading
drinking things with
stupid names and pretending
we have it all together
i think we should
celebrate overflowing
which is how i've always
really felt about
crying, anyway
it's all so much
just to exist in a world
with everything to experience
in so little time
and it's really
no wonder our delicate
little vessels
can't handle it
all without some
overflow
what's the point
in doing it all and never
letting yourself be full of it
so full that it
spills, runs, drips
from your insides
because there's simply
not enough room for
you to hold it all
i want it all
even if it stings
even when it
really, really, hurts
like deep down in
my bones hurts
and i want the rest
especially when it
feels like my chest
will explode if i
even think of inhaling
another bit of life
i want to cry because
everything hurts so much
even the best parts
i think we should just
let each other be open,
maybe a little too open
what does that
even mean anyway?
i think we should
be allowed to cry
in coffeeshops.
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