I've said it before
(I'll say it again)-
grief is where I come back to,
because she made me that way
and I am a lot
like my mother.
She taught me how to cry
for other people,
and I am crying now
not for my own pain,
but for the pain I will cause you.
Cry. Cry until your tears
dissipate and die,
and scream in a way
that no one will ever hear,
like I have for months.
God, I've got to tell you.
I'll tell you,
and I'll cry with you,
and when it's done,
I'll still cry for you.
Because she gave me
a lot of tears to spill,
and a heart bigger than
a broken galaxy,
I have to spend it all
on other people.
Like my mother,
I am nothing short
of charitable.
I have withered far too long, and I have to tell you now.
