I can see it in the shadows of my walls
the corners of the empty white rooms
the concave stomachs of little kids
your dried, chewed-up bottom lip
the hollows of Mum’s cheeks
the ticking of a metronome
the gaps in the bookcase
the crusty, sore noses
the bleeding nails
the white walls
skinny wrists
burnt paper
filaments
unlights
people
limbs
you
me.

Tears are the only thing that understand you

So dont fight sadness
Embrace it

Be a person who unlights passion
And builds broken dreams
Wake up sleeping
Celebrate the dying
Mourn the living

Pay tribute to the disused

Tears drop