Inability

I haven't cried yet Which worries me How can you live Through such fear-induced worry Without a tear? Maybe I really am broken -Kel Dayheart

Salty

Crocodile tears Do not move me To be sympathetic -Kel Dayheart

I can find no exit In this relationship

He seemed the type Of guy to buy a girl flowers Guess I’ll never know

Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity

I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake

Doctor, dear Please prescribe

Occasionally, you'll meet People who only bring decay Rotting, hollowing you out Do not be afraid To prune and weed them away -Kel Dayheart

There was a ghost of a ring Upon her hand

To love you Was to love a cactus Painful only to me