Talking to my tears

I speak to you
Sadly
Of my sick relative
And of how it hurts me
To see her in pain

You interrupt
Asking some simple question
And retreating to your house
You love me
And you’ll see me tonight

The tears ask for release
But I refuse them
Telling them that they
Are the very reason
I’m starting to lose you

Just like all of the others

And later, I’ll apologize
Because just like all of the others,
When you’re gone
They’re all I’ll have

But for now,
I’ll hold them back
Answer your questions
Change the subject
And pray
that I can somehow make you happy again

You’re the only person
who’s ever treated me like a Queen
and made me feel,
at least for a while,
as if I deserved it.
But my crown is rusting
And my jewels are false
And you are far from blind
To my shortcomings

So, I’ll speak to my tears
Of a sick relative
And of the sorrow
I feel for her pain

They won’t interrupt
And I know
That they’ll never leave.

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