Tristan Robert Lange

Inside the Sky

Love.

A word.

Not so very strange.

A word from which, darling,

I’ve been ever so estranged.

Not because I’m unloved—

Heavens no—

That would be a lie,

But because, despite my smile,

I cry—I wonder why

I want to die.

And, even though I know it’s a lie,

No matter how damn hard I try

To tell myself, “Love, it’s okay to cry”,

I still suck it up like a man—

No need to ask why—

And hide those tears inside the sky.

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