water

water is falling from my eyes

silently

like a subtle yet steady stream cascading from the cliff

tears of grief. of mourning.

not sure exactly what that is.

maybe it doesn't matter.

tears of mourning for a love that is not even my own

grieving for a love lost that wasn't mine to bare

grieving for the girl who wanted it so bad. has always wanted it.

maybe she was in her own way.

or like the boy who was raised to be needed

raised to believe that everything would fall apart if he was not there to put the pieces together

grieving that love lost too.

the loss of self. the loss of boundary.

i remember when i was the girl in the calico dress

and you looked at me.

lots of people look now

but not many see.

but i don't just want to be the place holder.

i want to be the girl in the calico dress.

the one you could never regret.

what's so wrong with that.