One night, I looked up and saw all of the stars.
Then looked down at my arm from which I bled thick, red tears.
Thinking about how I could have been with you if only I tried.
Why didn't I?
I know that answer.
You were too good for me.
But if only, if only I knew.
You were looking up at the stars and at your arms,
thinking the same thing too.
I am living a life where no one bothers to come and wipe your tears, I am living a life where there are just black mascara lines running down my face and red tears dripping down my hand, I am...
Red Tears
Published: November 2009
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