He Said I Am A Burden In My Head

could see it right there on my face
each dark swollen ball and chain
the weight of my sorrow
humiliated just by the looks of it
living proof that sleep and time
does not heal all wounds
I cried by your side for hours
until the air dried my pathetic streams
that turned everything in my face
to wet water and everything in my
heart to cold ice
the dryness was tight and
made me feel weathered
but it didn't feel old
it felt young, infant even
but not a clean slate
as much as losing everything I felt
I once had but never did
and maybe you could see that
as I looked away
and as the sun rose you said
you cannot chose the things
that make you sad
everything, everything I never even ever had