Cry, Dammit!

The Crying Girl's dead.
I mean, there's a part
Of her that's always
In me.

But she's gone.

The one where a joking
"I hate you"
Would get the water flowing.

Where just thinking
About certain people,
Certain moments,
Certain places
Could wheel her into
Such a spinning cycle
Of insecurity.

And I know
I'm upset.

And she's not there.
I don't know where
She went, but I know
When she'll return.

She comes when I'm
Most vulnerable.
When the littlest thing
Will irritate me.

And she'll come.
She might be coming

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