The Man Who Couldn't Cry
Nov 4th, 2013
I knew a man. He couldn't cry.
He held mine in his cupped palms
Breathed light into them
Made my solitary (often pointless) shedding of NaCl
Into a regular production.
He loved a girl.
A parasite really.
Bi-polar nutjob, ready to kill him.
Loved her so hard a planet imploded.
When he was lonely he serenaded.
The stars, the moon,
The beauty beside him.
With useless poetry, hopeless romance,
Declarations of forevermore.
A man,
His lover, his songs.
Better half, of a distanced memory.
Nov 4th, 2013
I knew a man. He couldn't cry.
He held mine in his cupped palms
Breathed light into them
Made my solitary (often pointless) shedding of NaCl
Into a regular production.
He loved a girl.
A parasite really.
Bi-polar nutjob, ready to kill him.
Loved her so hard a planet imploded.
When he was lonely he serenaded.
The stars, the moon,
The beauty beside him.
With useless poetry, hopeless romance,
Declarations of forevermore.
A man,
His lover, his songs.
Better half, of a distanced memory.
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