Stubborn Eyes
I wish I could cry properly.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror
Staring deep into myself
Picturing the most impossibly
Dead image
Trying to push the tears out
Feeling absolutely no moisture
How does it feel
To be able to liquify your emotions
They become
Part of the elements
A force of nature
It must be nice.
Imagining the sweetest memory
A child
Without burden
My eyes are stubborn
The tears wont show
Maybe they're stuck
Would you give me yours
Put them in a jar
With the lid closed tight?
I would keep them safe
It's not that I want you to be sad
But if I gave you a hug
Or if I baked you a cake
Maybe you could try.
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