“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
― Kahlil Gibran
You fall incessantly from my eyescovering my face and drawing a veil on my emotionsmy secret keepermy promise bearer
You roll down my cheeks as a reminder of thepromise unkeptas a reminder of my heart brokenand the shards piercingand all the bridges I have been trying
to keep in placeyou roll down gleefullyas wishes and dreams are burnt aliveI can't cup or hold youyou are just bits of salty water you know
a reminder of my heartas it fails to contain the insatiable joy insidethe welling up of eyeswhen I can't hide the love insideI hide you behind all the curtains of the curved lip and cursed heartwhen I don't want you tosee that I'm being burnt aliveI'm your creatoryou are bornout of me you every iota of existenceis compensatedby the blood running through my veinsI create youbut you still manageto defy me.My tears, defy me.