little girls just cry because they are weak

Every time I see you, I grab on for dear life.

I feel the pain erupt in my chest and I know this won't last.

You think I am a fool, but you don't know what I do.

Maybe you are stronger, maybe you are braver.

Maybe you just don't care.

Maybe you pretend so I don't have to.

You let me cry as much as I want.

I grab on for dear life as I live this moment with you.

It is here, but I spend it knowing we won't last.

My tears are acid falling on your clarity.

They wash away your reality.

I am drowning in my reality.

Then I am alone, even though you are still here.

You leave.

Nothing has changed.

I am still alone.