The Way You Cry

The Way You Cry

There’s something about seeing you break down.

About watching your walls crumble

Brick by brick

About hearing your sobs from a distance

About realizing that maybe you aren’t

As strong as I thought you were.

There’s something about the way you cry.

About the way your nose and cheeks

Flush red

About the way tears flee from your green eyes

About the way you attempt to hide your face

In vain.

There’s something about your broken laugh.

About the tinge of sadness

That rests within the sound

About the way it hiccups and trips over your tears

About the sound of a soul exhausted

By the world’s constant schemes.

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

I like this, Silver, but I felt a little cheated at the end because you never explained what any of the 'something's were! A couple more verses to enlighten the reader would be nice! :)

[SilverInk]

Thanks for reading!
I chose to refer to them as 'something' rather than defining them because it is actually indefinable. It was one of those things that couldn't be described in words, and I felt as if it would take away from the rawness and honesty of the poem.

[The Iron Horseman]

I get that, and what is there is great. I don't think I explained myself very well. What I meant was that it doesn't really go anywhere, it does not reach a conclusion, so the reader never gets to understand what effect those somethings have had on you or even why you are talking about them. Don't get me wrong, I love what you have written. I would just like a little more to clarify what impact all of these indefinable somethings have had on you. Do they inspire love? Hate? Do you wnat more? Or do you wish you had never met?