and i thought
maybe if i smile wide enough
i could fool myself
into being happy again
they do not like the wet, salty liquid flowing from my tear ducts; staining my cheeks and my neck and my heart. they're trying to squeeze the pipeline shut. they're tightening the faucet of my sorrow to stop any drainage. my eyes are as dry as a desert. my cheeks have cracks on their skin. my heart is slowing down and down and down. but the tear ducts are shut. the pipeline is squeezed. the faucet is tightened. and i'm empty. empty as they wanted me to be.
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Sugar - A Collection of Poems
Poetry"if i fed you spoonfuls of sugar would it make the bitterness in your heart leave" a collection. of poems. of stories. of poems telling stories of their own. [lowercase intended] x featured in @ec_poetry's Premium Books reading list x
