I will love to see you taking your space to cry

So that you don’t hold your pain inside

But I won’t let the floor be wet

And catch your tears midway instead.

I know that these sound like promises

That are made so that they can break

But I don’t do any of these.

Your grief makes me sad, tears will make me shriek.

I just can’t imagine a moment like this happening

When I try to, I see everything ending.

I am writing this in the morning at 5:35,

Such a moment will make me dread existence and life.

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