Misted Thoughts

When A Broken Man Cries

I don't know why, I've always found it fascinating when he cries.
He does it less now, and I don't think, I'm allowed to see it happen any more. But it really does fascinate me how broken men cry.

Its not the tears that first compels you to believe that they're utterly sad, it's the sound.
The sound of the cry. After it begins.. Almost toward the middle..?
Yeah. That sound. It completely tears your soul apart from the body
When a broken man cries, it's the sound of his shrill laughter that becomes his unchangeable past.
It is the sound of birds on a lone winter night.
When a broken man cries, you break somewhere inside too, it is funny how you do.
But you almost always feel the pain deep down your own gut too.
When a broken man cries, you want to break your heart apart from your ribcage,
Give it to them and tell them to keep it for their own
Till their own feels fine to function
A Broken Man cries when there's not much left too laugh for, live for.
He cries when there is no moving forward from the place he calls his present to the future he knows will eventually be his destruction
A Broken Man cries when his weakness becomes his friend and his friends become his foes.
A Broken Man cries with utmost dignity yet lacks sometimes in self love.
A Broken Man cries not when the occasion calls it but when there isn't one.
When he knows it's too late or too early to ever try.
When a broken man cries, shards don't pierce skin fabric to carve snowball events
Shards crawl on your backbone and land under your neck to give you bone chills.