Dissecting My Teardrops
Drip, Drop the faucets under my eyebrows want to stop...
I look inside them like bubbles.
Then they pop.
How can they be filled with so much pain, anger, sadness, healing, and memory?
And hit the concrete as I walk these dark streets and miss my feet.
Just like I miss the way he eats.
Just like the way he gets excited on a roller coaster and get all hype.
Tears of joy.
But I can't enjoy him anymore because he's gone and it's just me.
And these freaking tears.
F you tear glands.
Let me hit this wall when I'm mad.
Now I got three broken fingers on my hand.
But the pain is nothing compared to this broken heart.
I use a glass jar to catch my tears.
And over the years I study and dissect these tears and these jars.
But I get nowhere.
I just in this little room and in my head and I go nowhere.
I cut my chest open and look for my heart but it's with him in his wallet and he's out there...
Somewhere...
So it hits me as clear as day...
I made it harder than a night to see it at first...
when all these tears.
I WAS CATCHING, AND DISSECTING CAME FROM FOUR EYES HIS PLUS MINES...
I HURT HIM AND NOW HE'S GONE...
I WAS A FOOL SO BLIND AND NOW WHEN I LOOK AT HIM AND ASK MYSELF.
WHY WE NOT TOGETHER anymore OR WHY HIS LOVE IS GONE.
It's BECAUSE OF ME I MESSED UP AND NOW IM THE PAST...
JUST LIKE A B, I have been I'M BEHIND...
2018-07-24 09:10:27
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