Thoughts

Faucet

"Some people have faucets inside their lungs

That fill up with tears when they feel,

I hear that it is the best kind of hurt and That, sometimes, it can even feel good. The euphoria of waves crashing

against smooth pink walls

When my mother said she felt like her heart was bleeding

I wanted to tell her to not be afraid.

That it must be terrifying for ordinary people

To sink in the sound of abandonment, To be overwhelmed by the wafting scent of loss,

And the feeling of water sloshing between their ribs.

My father said the hospital was so quiet when I was born

That you could hear the sighs of death.

The day he left for work and never came back,

I heard my own mind simmering and thought

'It was really more of a whisper than a sigh'

Some people have faucets inside their lungs,

I cry at romantic-comedies so the pipes don't rust. I can say goodbye in nine languages, But the word 'love' evades me in every tongue.

When he asked me why I cried so much I told him I was practicing for when I drowned

When he said I was the only one who had his heart,

I told him I had my own."

(m.e.) strengthenizer