Assumed falseness is something to be aware of.
If the act of pain is unworthy of acceptance, why are we?
Something triggers me as my tupperware snaps together.
I don't know how something so real can become fake.
How my innermost Babuska Doll,
My centre and core, molten and hurting
Pulsing and moaning
All of it in vain,
Because 'actual tears' can be cried over quiet sentences.
'Actual tears' can be spent on typefaced fonts.
Miniscule mockeries of our facial language.
Our society and breath thickened to the unsifted parts of what we want
Only what we want
And what we want must be valuable
Precious because what are we if not armoured gemstones,
And every moment leading upwards
Every cautious spread of light and pride
Must be chaperoned by 'Actual tears'
Bullshit.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Comments (3)
Your actual tear poet is amazing words
Enthralling. I was startled many times, from the snap of Tupperware on down. ⚡💙⚡
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