men don't cry [Poetry]

ii. bottled tears (20)

if i see
one
single
tear
hit the ground ...

my father threatened.

i
rushed around
desperately trying to
catch every tear that fell
from the sky. i wonder how
daft i looked storing raindrops in bottles and feeding them back to the
sky as soon as the
t h u n d e r c l o u d s
went away

~ my tears taste bitter // insmniac
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Author's Note:
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