A tear is still a tear no matter whose face it rolls down…
I cried for you…
I cried for you because you couldn't cry for yourself…
Your confused…
Your frustrated…
Your stressed…
Your scared…
And I cried for you…
Then I cried for me…
Because I know what I want…
I am frustrated…
I am stressed…
But I'm not scared…
My scars still bleed sometimes…
I cried for you…
But I felt no sympathy…
Because you have it good…
You take for granted what you could have…
But you don't want it…
You hide from what could potentially be Love…
Hmph… Love
L
O
V
E
A word…
A feeling…
A state of being…
Always taken for granted…
I cried for you…
Because I wanted to be you…
Tear….
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