Last night…
Regret
Hunched over in bed
Wearing a mascara-stained t-shirt
Trying to forget
You know that feeling? When you have a million things to say…and you open your mouth expecting them to flood out in mass chaos…but instead. Nothing. Instead, they cling to your insides, refusing to leave. They inhabit every part of your body, only to be released in the form of tears. But those tears aren’t satisfying. Those tears have become so frequent that they mean nothing. They’re uneventful. Those tears…are a daily routine. They’re like brushing your teeth or tying your shoes. And that halfway empty tissue box lying next to your bed is a reminder that those tears will return. But when they do, you’ll be ready.
Last night…was a success. Because the shed of bodily fluids was limited to tears, and not blood.
