Elegant tears
Today, I am not an elegant crier.
Puffy-eyed and undesirable, helpless and sympathetic at best
But so quickly my eyes become drier
Though my poor aesthetic is an improvement unto itself.
Nine years old: disconnected
Tears are pathetic, a show of vulnerability
Give a show of being unaffected
I will remain impenetrable.
Won’t let them take advantage
Vision blurs and chest tightens, yet neutral faced
Overwhelmingly empty emotion but I can manage
My home is finally silent.
Foolishly took the hand of an empty words
Did not recognize reciprocity until it was too late
Sick of it and left the mindless herds
Am I okay?
Fifteen: connecting
Realize that it is not weakness that chokes me up
Ah, I’m crying
How beautiful.
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