الثلاثاء، 13 نوفمبر 2018

Letter To The Crab iii



You can't put a finger on your broken, can you ?
You were only taught
That men never cry when it hurts
And all they made was a handful of invalids
Looking for pain killers when they are still bleeding
There is a hole in your chest that you can't fill with
The roars of laughter , and
You seek strangers until you learn their names
Fall in love at first sight
Until you blink
I know, because we are one and the same,
Bearing the burdens of the world, like they
Are solace to our souls, we carry
Tragedy in our soles, with such style
We hug like we can glue a shattered person,
Whole
And yet somehow, we end up sobbing alone against a wall
No wails
Not even echos pat on our shoulders
We
Are the ones that love with a terrifying readiness for martyrdom
That we forget to keep some for our dark parts

We are the ones that swallowed the iceberg
Broke the tips they deigned to notice and yielded them weapons for
Survival,
We are immaculate in our sadness
We are
Humans,
All too human and sad
And I love you for laughing so loud when
Your eyes look so lonely.




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