When I cried that day,
It wasn't because of the recent spat I had with my parents,
Or the theatrics of my insolent sister.
               It wasn't because recently I have been hitting new lows,
               Or that I was,
                                      Sad.
When I cried that day,
It wasn't because of the slashed wrists,
                          Or the new found hole in my heart.
It wasn't because of the aching beauty of the world,
And the moonlight and unexplained mysteries.
                 I didn't cry because of the shooting star
                 That flashed across the sky,
And the brief light of hope that burned in me.
                                     I cried that day
                                     And it was for no other reason,
                                     *But for you to hold me.