She didn’t want my words, but she noticed them.

They weren’t remembered for their content, but for their volume.

And now, when she says they were too much I wonder if it’s because they were taken away and she missed them.

It’s always easier to be angry than sad.

Tears are always heavier than words.

I Can Cry

I can feel the words

and sometimes they hurt.

I can hear the music

and sometimes its sad.

I can see the end

and sometimes its awful.

I can taste the salt

and sometimes it doesn’t stop.

I can witness the horrors of every day

and sometimes I can cry.