I’m not crying,

No.

These are not tears,

but my heart breaking up

into innumerable fragments,

these tear ducts are mere pathways,

the crooked road to accommodate

the relentless vessel of my love

cascading in torrents,

liquid love puddles at my feet

calcifies in meaningless shape.

these are not tears, no

believe me

I seek meaning,

Seek reason,

Drown in blood gone cold as

Icicles pierce the void

This heart needs one more tear,

One last drop of blood

One last breath…

I come up for air,

This heart must be whole again,

but I am not crying

I tell you; just washing away

the log in my eye.

these are not tears,

but my heart in fragments…