brush off the cold
I'm old

maybe it's time to wake up
pull off the blankets

so much I love blue
just like you

I deserve
more than this

I should throw out my brain
clean up my skin

no one ever
asked me if I'm okay

and
that's Okay

I hate when people cry
almost
for me
seems
a little
pathetic

you hear them breathe
with their mouth
their nose
is clogged up

cling onto the past
poor woman
poor heart

crying in the bed beside
me

poor nose
poor mouth

stop crying
I hate it

I hate when people cry in front of me
I've never done such thing
so vulnerable
sensitive
a sense of weakness
yet powerful presence
makes me uncomfortable

I can't help but wonder
ʷʰʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʳʸⁱⁿᵍ
ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʸ?

ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᶜᵒˡᵈ
ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ʷᵉˡˡ
ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ