Why do we cry?
Why do we cry for useless things?
Why do we sigh in annoyance of what the future brings?
Why do the tears fall like they do?
Downward.
Glistening.
Empowered by our encounter?
Why do they fall towards you?
Reaching for your comfort.
Your hand.
Your touch.
Always seeming to smudge.
When I left you why did you cry?
Tears falling just like mine?
Did you feel what I feel for you?
Was that why you cried?
YOU ARE READING
It Hurts
PoetryA poetic story of a girl whose heart broke and the aftermath of her sorrow. It gets better as you read. This is what I ,myself, thought heartbreak might feel like even though I have never experienced it before.
