How I Got My Tear Catcher


HE was tired
HE was tired of her
HE was tired of her breaking me
Breaking my heart
Breaking my dreams
Breaking my SANITY
He HATED her speech
He LOATHED her tone
His heart melted when he saw me cry
HE was tired
HE was tired of my tears
HE was tired of my tears falling
Falling off my face
Falling on my legs
Falling on the demented floor
The floor where words were spat like venom
HE was tired
HE was tired of the long nights
The useless breaths
The wasted tears
HE was tired of watching
With a box
No hesitation
Jubilant aura
H places the box in my hands
And he knows he's with me ALWAYS
When I cry

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