Mes Larmes

It's time to be honest with myself for real. That's the hardest thing.

Oh sadness. Time to shed childish ideals about love and things.

Honesty sucks. Necessary evil. Bullshit.

If I continue, I could really get hurt.

How many times can you tell yourself it's over but hope it's not?

I have to choose between happy in the now and long-term. Can I commit to nothingness?

Unlocking tears from my face and I feel better already. They bear secret poisons that must be bled.