there is something
deceitfully
beautiful hidden
beneath the sorrow
of your words

the woeful cries
that leave your tongue
feeling dry
create a painting
in my ears
that splatters itself
upon my brain
and instills visuals
of heartache
deeply into my soul

the fear in your throat
crackles finely
leaving tiny etch marks
in your skin
spelling out stories
that not even we
know the ending to

allow your pain
to resonate inside
the minds of others
so that your beautiful
turmoil may live on
even after you've
given up on yourself