“When was the last time you cried”, you asked.
How many tears did you lose? How fast did they race down your face?
Were there tears at all, or did you hold them back like you were trying to break up a fight
What is the point of tears?
To water down you’re feelings on the inside?
To drown your unpleasant, unattractive, unfulfilling frown?
The one that sits at the bottom of your face.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Buried your face in your pillow, listening to your muffled voice sink into the feathers.
But somehow it helps.
This wet, loud, chaotic, unstable mess of a moment helps?
I don’t know why… but it does.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 5:52 AM UTC
“When was the last time you cried”, you asked.
How many tears did you lose? How fast did they race down your face?
Were there tears at all, or did you hold them back like you were trying to break up a fight
What is the point of tears?
To water down you’re feelings on the inside?
To drown your unpleasant, unattractive, unfulfilling frown?
The one that sits at the bottom of your face.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Buried your face in your pillow, listening to your muffled voice sink into the feathers.
But somehow it helps.
This wet, loud, chaotic, unstable mess of a moment helps?
I don’t know why… but it does.
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