my swollen eyes.
the sweet giveaway of the many tears.
the tears i cried the night before.
the tears that stained not only my pillowcase, but my blankets and my sleeve.
i cried out in the emptiness of my room the things i wished i could change
about me
myself
and
i.
my dog looks at me as i return to my sobs.
and for a second i wonder how tired he must be to put up with my screams of self hate.
but then he cuddles closer,
and for a second i wonder if he's telling me it will be okay.
and so
i close my eyes, and cry some more.
-m
