Crying

I cried last night,

I think you heard me.

And I know that now, 
you think I'm 
              childish.

It's not your lips that tell me,

For they do not say a word.

No, it's your eyes.

So scornful.

I cried because it all welled up inside...

LIFE. 
           and then theres you.
                 You.

When I see your eyes,

I feel retched.

They're

                GREEN...GLARING.

And I want to cry again.

But I can't, because you would truly see how weak I am.

And how utterly retched I have become.

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