I've come to love
putting in eyedrops
my aim isn't very good
and they spill
around my eyes
down my cheeks
sometimes landing softly
on the floor
like raindrops
during a gentle
spring shower.
I couldn't cry
for a long time
maybe ten years
or more
I wanted to be tough
like wrought iron
that repels
both love and hate
iron cannot cry
it can only watch
as its skin rusts
and it returns to Earth
after many years.
I was the iron
but it turned out
metal skin cannot repel everything
there exist emotions
so strong
they can corrode
from within.
Now I want to be
something else
something like moss
that can absorb
love and hate
and develop
from either.
I still can't cry
very often
but moss needs water
to grow.
Sometimes I force tears
but it reminds me
of when I was metal
so I patiently wait
for the next time
something makes me cry
and in the meantime
sometimes I spill
my eyedrops.
