I will cry with you
I will hide your tears
I will cling to you
I will roll off with ease
I will comfort you
like no human ever could

​I wonder why I do not weep,
though I have so many tears inside.
The truth I carry is this:
reality cannot make me cry.
​But brittle emotions compel me
to shed the tears I want to conceal.
And I don't want to replace them
with my digital tears.

my tears
they fall
until i crumble.

like that leaf
i picked up in the forest
and it just
crumbled in my hands.

i crumble
like that leaf.

the thoughts
they just keep on racing,
like they're all competing --
winner gets the reward of
tears flowing.
emotions non-stop.
no runner ups.

and they wont stop.
why wont they stop?

tell me why
i cant seem to find
a distraction
for my mess of a head.

tell me why
i cant seem to find
an antidote for my tears
that never stop flowing
out of my baby blue eyes.

tell me why nothing ever works.
not one smile can change my mood.
not even sleep can help.

theres nothing that works --
and i crave for something to,
but it never does.

not one antidote,
not one solution,
not one medication.

__

believe me
i know my tears—
too wet,
 too sudden

my eyes a washing line
of memories, regrets
hung me up
  to dry

searching for a loan
of love like a borrowed
heart pinned to a shirt

to find the wear and tear
of time; every memory
is washed,
 wrung out in silence
until it dripped from my eyes—

finally, oh finally,
  this man has found
the time to cry.

Amount of berries surge, price drops.
Amount of berries drop, price surges.
I am merely someone flooded with tears–
How can I not fear my tears will lose all its meanings too?