And when she thinks of it
The tears roll down her cheeks
And into her mouth salty
A wet full smack would’ve definitely been better
Than this mask
Further down that long hard row…..
She was on a crash and burn
No remorse or reaction
Her mind was on a numbing course of action
Sitting and staring at the horizon
On unemotional oblivion she rode
into a freshly painted sunset
On the sweaty back of recourse
That fucking she devil
She claimed as her avatar
She rooked from afar
Wishing upon a shiny synthetic stars
She dropped her tears into a plastic jar
Saving them for a later spar
With herself and a crashing car
She felt she didn’t need them then
Looking back wide and far
Now as she plows the row she hoed
Such deep furrows allow the deepest roots of sorrow
To take ahold and become consequently bold
They’re dampened by the tears exceeding
Inside that unbreakable jar
She is told to let go
Let them fall where they may
Open it freely let your insides out
But her heart feels so icy cold to the touch
Some days she just can’t shout it out enough
She just sits and cries and such
Telling analytical blah blah blahs
All plushly sorrowed for her stored up tears
And fears her mind sits in perpetual description
Some don’t recognize their own heavy heart its clear
And she’s lucky she’s told
Unharnessing those woes in anticipation bold
All sewn together by razor wire
She can’t move entire parts of herself without fire
Via a marionette string manipulation theory attire
At times so she is fucking tired
She covets being a white feather in the breeze
Blowing free here and now
But her negative fringes help drown her dirty and
Wallowing around in her black stained tears
Moved her soulless under spiritual attack bathed in fear
She neglected her very own weary soul when
The she devil drowned her in
Proverbial dirty richness
Dripping and draining her energy
Drop by drop it all added to
A fade to nothing emotional exhaustion
It developed ignorant slack and
That’s when the blackest of black tears
Hustled her fears right outta here
Slippery crawling down fleshy dank cheeks
Reluctantly trading limp for peaceful
It yielded from her wearily by the hour
This present Powerlessness feels golden
As she stands here holdin’ her heart
For all to see vulnerability
Emboldened by intimate conceding day by day
The she devil in her is freed
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