Tears that slip and slides down the cliffs and steppes of my cheeks,

They havent visited in a long time,

unihibited sounds that escape that me,

they are finally dancing in the air,

free from the chambers of my heart.

The soft symphony of love that reach its crescendo,

as the strings the one near to you pluck, finally reaches your ears,

But you push away those melodies orchestrated by the conductors in their mouths,

Those C8 notes pushed away by the earbuds of your insecurities,

because the love, the noise,

 you don't deserve it.

For the first time in your life,

you want to be alone,

but their catatonic symphony seeps from within, cracking and seeping almost within earshot.

You are never alone.

You don't want them to know the pathetic way you think of yourself.

the knowledge of yourself wearing down upon your shoulder say by day,

so you swallow those consistent pirouettes of your tears,

chug them back like the sweet wine from pears,

sealed and closed, fermenting like usual.

You step out the enclosed dome of your peace,

but for the first time, 

there's a redness in your eyes that they catch on unlike the other times.

Shrill voices in falsettos,

crashing and reprimanding humorously, a soulful melody in its own right.

You smile.

But those little dancers were still continuing on in your heart,

pointed toes and stretched limbs,

wreaking havoc and rising like a tidal wave above the cathartic symphony outside.

You wish you let it all out,

wail in eternity in a voice that would never be heard,

But these were eyes and hearts bared open at that moment,

and you would hurt them no more,

for even the being loved came with a price.

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