Dry Tears

When you love someone more than you love yourself, you give them the power to exploit you, destroy you, vanquish you. It’s not like you have much of a choice, do you?

From my new books,

I got many paper cuts.

From the glass of the mirror,

I cut my own skin.

From the stray cat,

I got many bites.

And the fire that used to warm my soul,

Burnt me alive,

Consumed me and left me in ashes.

Even then…

I remained strong,

I smiled at the crowd.

My love left me in tears,

But I smiled at the crowd.

I am shattered and in agony,

Yet I smile at the crowd.

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