Some people don't cry.
I love to cry. Cry my heart out.
When I'm sad, when I'm stressed.
When my heart is broken.
There is no better mend than to cry.
It's as if the tears took all my sorrows and hurt
And got washed away.
I'll never have to see it again.
I love you.
And I will always get hurt by you.
Because of how much I need you.
Because of how much I want to be with you.
But you can't always be near when I need you.
So I cry.
I feel better.
Tomorrow is another day.
Or maybe after this.