Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Tears run down my face in streams.
Salty streams. Thick.

I couldn't tell you why I cry.
I couldn't tell you why the pills and the spills don't take the pain away.

I hate you.
I love you.
I know you.
You're a stranger.
You are soft.
You are tough.

But I cannot have all of you. I want all of you. But I can't have all of you.

Instead - I have this face full of tears.
In salty streams.

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