I once gave you the tools to shatter my own heart,
I forced your hand and made us fall apart...
I like to be left alone
But when people don't notice I'm...
on the other side of the world
I stand my post...
I curse the system of Education,
I curse the system of Taxation, For...
Move those legs and run.
Find the quickest route...
It was the only night
I felt real—comfortable...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile. |
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse. |
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight. |