the language you use,
with the harshness of your words,
my eyes well up,
and the tears flow.
each time the situation is no different,
you say things and forget that it has ever happened,
the memories now have flooded too much,
and the tears just flow.
many times I calm myself down,
sometimes, it’s not so easy to bound,
you think, I’m okay at bay,
but you don’t know, what my tears say.
don’t you see me timid and scared,
of all the mean worldly affairs,
how can I brave myself up?
with all those tears and the mascara smudged?
aren’t my words meaning a thing or two?
aren’t you the devilish boo?
it’s my eyes that well up every time,
it’s my tears that tear my sunshine.