jellyfish hearts

someone else

you let the tears fall
but the next day
you won't

tomorrow you'll be someone
else
travelin' down some old damn
road

and when you pull up to the curb stop
you'll step out and smell that fresh
sun-shiny air
while the world glistens

and the buttercups listen
while you don't have a care

and when the therapist asks you
"how are you?"
your mouth makes the movement
"bad"

but that's not you talking it's
him
so when the tears fall
they don't feel as real this time
it doesn't hurt as bad

and even though you know it's
you
at least
he said the words