Butterflies come flying out [poetry]

Crying

I wish I was a messy crier
Like all the people I've known
With running noses,
And cheeks so raw they burn.

I wish I didn't cry
One
God
Awful
Tear
At
A
Time.

(A/N)
This is incomplete, but I leave today and want to get it out in the world before I forget about it/give myself time to decide I hate it