nowadays i cry so often
that i fear,
i may turn into the very salty sea
that just ebbs and flows
till the end of eternity
and some of it will turn into icebergs;
frozen in time.

nowadays i cry so often
that i become fickle like water
if you were here you’d try to hold me
to no success, but it’s still fine that way
watch me collapse in on myself
with your blanket-warm presence hovering over
with eyes like a lighthouse,
shining over riptides,
searching for any lost souls in the deadly night
you’d sit with me till dawn
as i try to recollect myself
you’d say that you like your shirt soggy
and stroke my face
with the tenderness that could heal me;
only for me to fall apart.

nowadays i cry so often
that I’ve been told that I’m far too broken
not even the king’s men
and all of his horses could put me
together again.
but i do not think that sometimes;
I’m just unfolding
and there are parts of me that
i have yet to reach out to,
things inside of me that are healing,
bit by bit, and i like it that way.
and soon, I’ll be back in my body.
which is why i guess,
nowadays i cry often.