A box of tissues, the ends of sleeves, 
and the collar of my shirts 
are best friends I frequently see. 
Always happy to comfort me.
i was never afraid of my emotions
until i felt like i had to hide them
because people would get angry
if they saw me crying.
so i turned every emotion
into tears i could hold
until the bathroom door closed
and the showerhead cried with me.
perhaps this is what made
my eyes so sensitive.
they burn in the wind
and ache around the sun
and when they close
they only open for
a sleepless tear to run.

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