Tears Without Stories

| BUSTED BY SADNESS |

i cry on the bus
why?
i don’t know

i search my stories for reasons,
take them out one by one

i want to indulge in them
feast on them
hide in them
feel safe in them
but they are old and rotten –
one quick taste and they fade away on the tip of my tongue
leaving sadness without reasons
tears without stories

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my world feels empty, deprived of my safety stories
there’s only naked pain
and there’s nothing left to do
but to feel it

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