Dry Your Eyes
Dry your eyes and wipe the snot from your nose,
“Boys don’t cry,” you see, or at least that’s how the saying goes,
But your tear streaked cheeks deny every shred of this, and it shows,
And every time you think about the scent of her, the river flows,
So shed your tears ‘cos she’s gone and she's never coming back,
Let them fall to the floorboards and soak through the gaping cracks,
A heart melted in the fire of love as if it’s made of wax,
Will cool with time and solidify, misshapen and a little harder, fact,
But it’ll be even harder for you if you can’t admit it’s broken,
If all the token platitudes remains unheard ‘cos they’re unspoken,
If all the feelings she awoke go back to sleep and stay un-woken,
Then you’ll go on to live a life whose happiness is only token,
So cry mate, cry for all you’re worth, the alternative is bleak,
Let your tears be like your life, a little bitter to the taste, but unique,
And fuck all those unspoken fears, stare them down and speak,
Don’t fall into the trap of thinking weeping makes you weak.
Jason Bayliss
Wed 16th Sep 2020 10:14
Thanks Keith, that's high praise indeed. I don't know what to say, except I'm really pleased it connected with you and that I'm genuinely humbled by your kind comment. It's really gratifying to know that what I was trying to say came across. ❤
J. x