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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