Cry Alone

'Cry alone', he says, 'Like I did'.
How naive my sweet love is,
For he is so coveniently unaware
Of the endless nights I battle with,
Scarred with salty tears and failed dreams.






Yet I start afresh each day,
And happily, sweetly I call him
Sure to put on my calmest voice,
And keep strong my heart.
The albatross around my neck,
Whispers in my ears to let go,
And let the tears pour like blood
From valleys I carved on my wrists,
But I dare not upset him,
I dare not encroach upon his space.

And when my body crosses the bridge of concious control,
I dare to encroach and he reminds me,
Reminds me of how easy I have it,
How blessed I am.

And I am blessed, aren't I?
Having a friend who teaches me the lessons of life,
Teaches me how cruel the world is,
So I can practice pragmatism.
No words of love and comfort for me.
No, they only destroy, like they did when I first met him.

So let me continue my silent tears,
That fall every time he snaps the phone,
I'm glad my sweet love does not see them,
He is too pragmatic for emotions.
Yes emotions destroy and I shall never learn,
But they also bring the success he can only dream of,
He shall never understand..