Do your tears ever cross your chin bleeding to stain your shirt
Do you ever enter the room
do you ever stop to wonder why you feel as you do, why your hands reek of the loneliness that held you like love letters against your fingers.
Every word that comes out of your mouth disappears as fast as it escaped from your mind, no one hears, no one cared--As if you were a lone tree in a forest falling down to an axe. Quiet, rustling pain.
You couldn't ever even be as free as a dog tied by a leash, you never let yourself gnaw your own ropes.
You let them sit until they grew vines holding you closer and tighter.
Somehow you became so sure about this feeling that you failed to unravel.
Your soul lay naked for the world to shame.
Your palms hold out to grip your heart closer to your ribs.
Yet after all
after all.
