Dissecting My Teardrops
SLIM TAKO SHELLI
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...
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