i would like to cry
but i cannot
i sit and try
in this empty lot
yet i only sit and try
i never can cry
making ******* up faces
looking down at my ***** laces
it is you who I'm thinking of
it's because of you that i want to weep
to let my emotions out from love
from my eyes may this vileness seep
but it doesn't
it won't
my cheeks stay dry
my shoulders don't shake
a man who cannot cry
give me a break
who's fault is this
mine, yours or society's
who can i blame
for my anxieties
easiest to blame the man
conflicting to hate on you
hardest to look at me
i ask like an owl; who?
who, who, whose fault is it
who, who, who should i believe
the stories, the love songs
the poems and the white swans?
or the theorists and surgeons
with their chemical love versions
why then does my brain do this
be so affected by you.
its a serotonin dopamine blitz
that I'm hoping to get through
be you chemical or inured
all i wish to be heard
is my weeping, my snivel
to hold me above this drivel
of tearless boys
and heartless men
maybe, just maybe then...
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
i would like to cry
but i cannot
i sit and try
in this empty lot
yet i only sit and try
i never can cry
making ******* up faces
looking down at my ***** laces
it is you who I'm thinking of
it's because of you that i want to weep
to let my emotions out from love
from my eyes may this vileness seep
but it doesn't
it won't
my cheeks stay dry
my shoulders don't shake
a man who cannot cry
give me a break
who's fault is this
mine, yours or society's
who can i blame
for my anxieties
easiest to blame the man
conflicting to hate on you
hardest to look at me
i ask like an owl; who?
who, who, whose fault is it
who, who, who should i believe
the stories, the love songs
the poems and the white swans?
or the theorists and surgeons
with their chemical love versions
why then does my brain do this
be so affected by you.
its a serotonin dopamine blitz
that I'm hoping to get through
be you chemical or inured
all i wish to be heard
is my weeping, my snivel
to hold me above this drivel
of tearless boys
and heartless men
maybe, just maybe then...
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