my overactive tear ducts


An unfortunate truth, this.

I try to protect my skin from all the salt.

I try to hyperventilate you closer.


I try not to think about

the maybes

that will turn me to an ocean.


Saltwater doesn’t remind me enough of home.


Silly me.

I miss birthday cakes.

I miss things I didn’t know I had.


But then

autumn falls

instead of my face,

I step on leaves

instead of your heart,

something sparks inside.


Wednesdays are a jack in the box.

It is just when you think

nothing’s going to happen

that it does.


I remember I am happy much more than

I am sad

and aren’t those the moments

we need to remember?

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Written 11/3/19

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