Perpetual Vulnerability
There is a notion that
Crying is Romantic at night
Alone into the bed sheets
But the truth is
It can hit at dawn
Or in the afternoon
In the shower
In a crowded room
In a big room
Or a small room
In the car
Or on the sidewalk
It will hit anywhere
At any time
To plague your mind
And to kill your light.
There is nothing Romantic about crying at night.
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