i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

shaped like a teardrop.

they are a funny sort,

tear drops.

a drawn out fragment of an oval,

pulled and stretched

because the act of leaving is its moment of vulnerability

so it doesn't want to leave and bides its time

knowing that the free fall

ends in complete annihilation.

within this little form,

lie a million wordless griefs,

and unspeakable passions.

they meld and mix together,

bonding in their desire to escape attention

and to wish themselves out of existence.

held together by the thin line of its shape,

stretched to a full point at its end,

the pulling out of the splinter from the wound

and it falls.

away.

so why are you crying my dear?

because the fear has to come out.

because there are too many holes.

because the pain has to go away.

today i remember you,

all of you,

and the love

that drives you onward and outward,

carrying within you all that hurts me.

i wear you around my neck

close to the rise and fall of my

chest.

in exchange for your sacrifice,

i will grant you the privilege

of unlimited access to the heart of my

heart.

it is a heavy price to pay,

to be a teardrop.

to exist so you can be wiped away.

to come so you can take away.

to love so you can go away.

so around my neck,

stay.