You almost made me cry

camelot

 

I dont remember the last time i cried

Probably when my grandpa died

First a shock, then the ride back home

On the bus full of people i couldnt cry 

 

For the man that gave me this ironic name

Its funny how i couldnt cry for him

My eyeballs watered but they didnt shed

Not a drop of the pain i felt within 

 

Then my grandmother, she used to care a lot

She cried for me when i broke my hand

A sudden heart attack, in the bus i stood

Wasnt for all those strangers, to cry i would 

 

Then you!, for whom i cared so much

Just like my grandparents you couldn't see

Because you were gone almost in a rush

That morning you heart stopped beating for me

 

 

They're gone forever, just like you and I

And even though, i was willing to try

I almost wept, when their hearts stopped beating

Just like when yours did, almost made me cry 

 

I hope i see y'all at the afterparty

Ive heard wine is allowed back there

We can finally get wasted and i can let them all out

The tears that show just how much i cared.

  • Author: camelot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2021 14:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: What getting raised in an environment where i couldnt express my feelings will do to you. Also to my grandparents, im sorry i couldnt cry for you, and to the girl, im glad i didnt
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    I too, sadly
    was born with ashen deserts for tear ducts, so I understand
    feeling for people so strongly, that you know
    will forever consider you, as ungratefully shallow..
    thanks for sharing, such a poignant read
    (I recommend that like me,
    you always travel with a large towel, just in case
    a day comes when that typhoon, accumulating in the back of our eyes
    is let loose, without restraint..) lol



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