My tears don’t fall
They open
A wound splitting wider
Each time the heart remembers
What it tried to forget
They’re not soft
They hit like impact
Like the echo of a gunshot
Still ringing in the ribs
A shockwave that never learned
How to fade
Some tears cut
A thin bright line
Like a blade drawn across
The quiet parts of me
The parts I pretend
Aren’t tender
And some tears
Are the slow bleeding ones
The kind you press your hand over
Knowing it won’t stop
Knowing the body leaks
What the soul can’t hold
These tears don’t close
They pulse
They throb
They remind me
That healing is not a door
I can simply shut
But still
I let my tears open
I mean fall
Because even a wound
That won’t seal
Is proof I’m still alive enough
To feel the breaking
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good write my friend, enjoyed
Haunting and beautiful ♥️
These are hard words to hear because I have heard the last few lines from cutters before. The pain gives meaning to life and indeed it does as a contrast to joy but to self inflict bothers me. This poem holds deeper existential meaning and is very nicely done
MMMmmmm Ouch! wonderful description
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