Tearstreaked
By Evelyn Jey
You,
With your hair up in a ponytail.
Stop,
I love you.
You are too pretty to cry.
There is glitter under your eyes
And love in your heart
But you don’t know where to put it.
You,
With the band-aids all over your knees.
Stop,
People adore you.
You are too beautiful to bleed.
There are circles under your eyes
And pain in your mind
And you don’t know how to deal with it.
You,
With the sickness pervading your body.
Stop,
I need you.
You are too deafening to die.
There are ghosts inside your eyes
And nothing is all right
And I only want to hug you and make it all better,
And
I
Don’t
Know
How.
