Tears Poem by Desiree Whitamore

the corners of my eyes
burn like fire at night
the salt dries out my skin,
like an ocean out of sight.
but if you were to call
or appear in my view
tears would be nonexistent
a secret hidden from you.
and if you were to ask me
why my back was turned
i'd sit up straight and smile
and recite the lines i've learned
'im ok, really.'
'it's not because of you'
'i'm just tired and a little stressed'
'really, i'm telling you the truth'
and if you were to truly know
what i was feeling inside
and if i had the strength to tell you
i guess it'd still be a lie.
you shouldn't be burdened
by the nothing-ness you see
and you shouldn't have to know
you're everything wrong with me.