My emotions are a mess,
my mind is a thousand pieces.
I knew you not for your brain,
your brawn, nor our failures.
I knew you not at all,
and yet I wept.
I weep for those you have wronged,
those who long for your touch.
Those you have conceived
and those you left.
Here my tears lie with the worms,
shrouded by the dirt and your soul.
How does one cry for another,
who he does not know?
How does water pour,
for emotions that are not there?
Yet I stand here above you,
a single blood-soaked flower in my grasp.
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➳ the things i never say out loud
PoetryPoems by yours truly, because sometimes we aren't happy and that's okay. Happiness doesn't last forever, neither does sadness.
