I like to make you watch me cry.
I like to go somewhere unseeing, unhearing
of ‘darlings’, ‘tell me what’s wrongs’
and other sweet nothings
—a place so far that you can’t save me from drowning.
I like to go there and cry,
while you watch helpless
as salt mountains crumble
and roll down my cheeks.
I like to make you watch me cry
quietly in a sort of everyday horror
while we sit at the table in silence
as if what we’re eating is just dinner.
I like to make you watch me cry
because it takes out my pain and all its pieces,
lays them out in a live exhibition
that you have no choice but to comment on after.
I like to make you watch me cry,
because after that game we just played
where you take the things you love and tear them,
darling, I’m feeling cruel-faced.

This poem leaves me thoughtful. Yes, tears are often used as a weapon, but few people admit to it.
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This poem is so emotional! I love this, definitely following
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Thank you Elettra.
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