Recently, I've been leaking -- and well, as at now, dripping, lol --.
At every little thing, I cry, and the tears last for few minutes, and then it dries off, no sign it was ever there.
I feel like I've been holding it in too much, and as expected, it's not exploding, It's leaking.
The tears I have in, The Hatred, The Pain, The Loneliness, The Angst, The Disappointment, The Pretence, The One Sided emotions, The Rejection -- the rejections I faced --, The Lies, The Abandonment, I can go on and on.
It's all too much, so much, and perhaps, my body -- and mind -- don't want to keep it in anymore, so rather than exploding, they are choosing to drip, to leak.
And for something -- or someone, in my case -- to leak, it means that something or someone punctured me. I've been prickled by someone. My mind has been invaded. A dominant space is present. There's a hole.
______ ellie a.o.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
