When I cry
My face doesn't scrunch up anymore
It still hurts
But I don't scream and cry anymore
I dont bawl
I just
Cry
The last time I balled
Was when you left me
Scarred and vulnerable
But now
A single tear
traces itself down my cheek
Instead of many
None of the pain is gone
But my cascading tears are
I don't understand
How you took those
away from me too.
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Severed Silence
PoesiaPoetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way And these things are special My goal is to write at least one poe...
