i wake up with dried tears on the side of my face
i went to sleep smiling,
i thought
i dreamt of you,
as i remember
but i woke up with dried tears on the side of my face
perhaps my eyes see something
that my brain has not yet processed
they see your eyes trail off
when I'm enthused about my day
they see the way your body
is always slightly turned away
my brain gushes about the
sweet text you sent last week
and the future that could lie ahead
but my eyes are the realists
and don't ignore what my brain blocks
they notice the other girls
listed in your inbox
and my eyes know that
they've seen this all before
and the visions in my head
don't align with what you have in store
so my brain might be behind
and take some time understand
that these tears i wake up with
are not a deformity of my lacrimal gland
instead they are trying to fill me in
on what i am trying to ignore
and all these poems i waste on you
i will soon learn to deplore
i don't want to wake up with
dried tears on my face anymore.