my eyes look greener when i cry,
but only in the mirror.
i think i'm pretty when i cry,
but only when i'm alone.
i never wear waterproof mascara,
because i like the way the regular kind
runs down my face. makes it all feel like a
teenage girl moment, not an
emotional breakdown moment.
after 365 days of it, i still don't know
if my eyes look greener when i cry
because my rosy cheeks instill
contrast, or if they really are
that green. here's to 365 more to find out.
in the months of darkness and cold, i never stopped writing.
i just kept it all to myself. every night, my own religion
pages of pen poised on paper, pouring my heart out
i don't want to love someone
because i'm supposed to
you told me, one night in mid-july.
warm air and sun fading in the sky,
i want to fall in love with someone
i've heard this story a thousand times before.
i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,
became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,
i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be
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I'm a crier too, for sure. I've always been one to let it out when I'm frustrated or overwhelmed or angry, not simply sad. And reading this poem filled me with a measure of joy, that you are learning to come to terms with it, and even find beauty in your emotions. Our emotions ARE beautiful, and nothing to be afraid of! I still struggle with a small degree of (unwarranted) shame for my tears, and this is inspiring: I could really learn something from your outlook.
aw thansk! i agree emotions are beautiful haha
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