THE CRACK, November 2021
If you are broken
Water most certainly seeps from that crack
You do not feel it when the air is dry
You think you were sealed until the day you cry
And you suddenly complain
Once comes the first drop in pain
You believe your gaze is clear
Your soul at ease—
And you suddenly feel the drain
Once you realize what’s been giving you peace was the dry air.
One heartbreak is more than enough to remind you how that crack was put there
A long lasting dramatic cry is necessary to keep the tissue softer
The humid finds a way to merge with that feeling you forgot
You welcome the pain as if it’s new; not knowing that it will stay with you forever
Keep in mind this time,
One, if you haven’t noticed that crack before
Two, if you never cherished if from your core
Three, never dared to kiss the one who broke you
Water will seep
from that
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