Crying.

Salty tears ran into the corners of my mouth,
my entire face was wet.
Soaked.
It felt like the river rushing out of my eyes,
would never end.

That strangeness was still there on my tongue.
It was dry,
though those salty drops still poured in.
But my attention was on the giant dagger,
stuck through my chest.

I let my mind go back to what caused me this pain,
him.
What was he doing right now?
He was probably smiling and not worrying about a thing.
He was probably with her.

I hate how he could do this to me,
how he could tear me apart.
I wanted to be strong,
but i continued to cry,
because it was all that made sense.