I have perfected
the art of crying silently.
I lie in this bed
that I chose
and close my eyes,
tasting the salt
that cloaks my lips.
A salty reminder
of foolish promises.
Performing.
Silent.
My mind screams a thousand words, but
I will not voice them.
Except here
they are released
and for a moment
I am free.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
I have perfected
the art of crying silently.
I lie in this bed
that I chose
and close my eyes,
tasting the salt
that cloaks my lips.
A salty reminder
of foolish promises.
Performing.
Silent.
My mind screams a thousand words, but
I will not voice them.
Except here
they are released
and for a moment
I am free.
Thank goodness for poetry.
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