never dry eyed

the result of me writing poems for 12 hours

i apologize for screaming

for it’s hard to pretend like it’s all copacetic when your throat is red and your face is wet and the tears will stab your heart until you fall

so i let it out in the form of a half-hearted cry until i want it to stop but it won’t, for i have opened the floodgates and now my heart spills out my mouth until my reservoirs have dried into a pulp

i never wanted to be angry

i never wanted to scream

but i do as my heart tells me, for it’s the dictator of my body

and i apologize for it’s cruel ruling.

Author's Note

i-i guess this was a vent??? i don't, idk my good man give me reviews pleas