At some point, you just need to get up and wipe your tears and blow your own nose.
Your red-rimmed eyes don't affect them.
Your cherry red nose does nothing but make them laugh.
The squeak in your voice when you try to talk doesn't break their heart.
It does nothing but validate what they did.
For your tears are an invitation for their actions or lack thereof to have a purpose.
YOU ARE READING
It is but what we feel
PuisiThis is just some of the emotional work that I wrote while working on my current work in progress honestly it's quite personal to me there are just short poems of sorts I suppose but they were most certainly written with emotion. This isn't linked...
