last night, i cried for the first time in a long time. granted, i wasn't bawling my eyes out and screaming, i was just laying. and i was just crying. i'd heard the perfect song to erect tears in my eyes and i fell in love with the lyrics instantly. in my bed, with a white veil wrapped around me, protection became their top priority. but where was it when the tears came rolling down? where were their hands when they weren't rubbing my back? where was their mind when it wasn't thinking of me? where was their presence when it left all my dreams? because i cried last night for the first time in a long time. i cried and the tears rolled, the tears that had been holed up comfortably in my body for so long that were waiting for the right moment to spring a trap and soak my pillow. i could not be more serious with this. i could not be more of a coward. i could not be more of a teenage girl at this very moment in time. but i definitely could have cried a bit more last night.
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Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
