Strawberry Milk

Hope you like my tears, they're extra salty.

Sipping strawberry milk

Lofi calming my nerves

Expressions smoothed over as if my face is silk

The mask's purpose it still serves

I crumble

A tear escapes

My hands fumble

And milk spills onto old tapes

As the mood shifts

Emotions warping the track

My mask quickly rips

I struggle to piece back

The one thing between calm and emotion

As tears salt my face

I feel as if they could fill an ocean

But still I try to reassemble this delicate lace

Of years worth of practice

To hide every fear

Enveloped in this human cactus

Every suppressed emotion now clear

Hit with the pain of a thousand swords

Drenched in salted flame

As waves of emotion attack in hordes

My mind is anyone's game

Strawberries dot my comforter like freckles

Though no comfort the fabric provides

Little hope in the happy speckles

In the melancholic tides

Author's Note

Here, have some french fries salted with the tears I shed writing this