boys and men with their frizzy hair and baggy clothes
veins decorating hands and dirt trapped under nails
hands and nails of which have touched me
hands and nails of which have stained me
they tell me not to cry, yet they do anything to cause the tears
still I have seen some of them cry
the tears that make their irises brighter
for they bring redness to their whites
yet boys and men are quick to wipe them away

I hope they lay awake at night and remember what they did
while I continue cursing myself for feeling so much
for all I know is that
I am so terrifyingly good at making people fall out of love with me