“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
― Kahlil Gibran
You fall incessantly from my eyes covering my face and drawing a veil on my emotions my secret keeper my promise bearer You roll down my cheeks as a reminder of the promise unkept as a reminder of my heart broken and the shards piercing and all the bridges I have been trying to keep in place you roll down gleefully as wishes and dreams are burnt alive I can't cup or hold you you are just bits of salty water you know a reminder of my heart as it fails to contain the insatiable joy inside the welling up of eyes when I can't hide the love inside I hide you behind all the curtains of the curved lip and cursed heart when I don't want you to see that I'm being burnt alive I'm your creator you are born out of me you every iota of existence is compensated by the blood running through my veins I create you but you still manage to defy me. My tears, defy me.