tear’s shapes.

they have
so many

before they go through my eyes,
finally destroying me,
they will go through all my body.
and I will feel it.

a knife in my heart.
a cycle that never ends in my head.
a heavy heavy weight
all over my body.

all those different shapes.

it divides me
into little pieces
that are too confused
to get up
together once again.

– only tomorrow, please.
tonight they close their eyes
and die for a little while.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.