sailordrunk

You can not get inside of me without an invitation.
So much of me stays hidden.
My words will remain cryptic, dried of all emotion,
Despite all I wish to share with you.

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A slight crack, and I might burst.
Blackbird, my Spanish heart.

The physicians thought it weird that as a child I would never actually produce tears when I cried.

I think I was born an old soul, and that I ran out of tears long, long ago.

Secrets.

I feel like crying for all the things that you don't know.

Perhaps for the best.