There was a time I would have shed my tears
Blurry and bloodshot ugliness
Brilliant blue hid behind broken capillaries
Tears dancing between my freckles
Like a creek across polished pebbles
Winding their way to my thin pressed lips
Somehow the salt slips in
But it's not the bitterness that churns my stomach
It's how hard I clamp down to repress these emotions
Teeth chip and grind through clenched jaw
Fingertips bite bringing blood to the surface of flushed skin
My whole body fights against itself
To repress the flood upon my face
Self-destruction to maintain the illusion
That boys don't cry.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Ink & Tears
ΠοίησηThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
