Sunday, April 10, 2011

erase the spot.

Tear. Drops.
Well.
They do not fall.
Tear. Drops.
Put pressure on my
Fore. Head.
Tear. Drops.
Fill my ears with drumming.
Tear. Drops.
Fill a moment of emptiness
Tear. Drops.
Drip drop.
Fill the hole.
Fill the spot.
Block the pain.
Tear. Drops.
Fill my heart.
I leave them their to drown the hurt.
The lack of understanding.
The miss understanding.
My friends know how I feel about crying.
But…
Tear. Drops.
That’s a whole different story.
I need these…
Tear. Drops.

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