I came across you crying into an empty soda can.
I asked you what you were doing.
You said you were collecting tears,
So that the next time I felt like crying,
I wouldnt have to.
Little did you know,
I already had enough tears
To sprinkle on the rooftops
And make that sound of heavy rain
That I loved so much
I wonder what you would say if you could feel this cold burning in the pit of my stomach?
I wonder what you would do if you could hear the words that suffocate my breathing?
I wonder if you would cry if you saw me dying?
I wonder if it would hurt to sit and watch me crying?
If I was to reach to you and tell you everything inside of me
You would be told by someone to push me away,
And pushed away is all I would be.
Not someone whos life plays hostage to thoughts of you.
Not someone whos breath catches at the mention of your name.
I would not be me to you.
I would just be a bottle of shadows spilt across pages of time,
Blurring the years of painful ink scratch