You're Sad

Your little red mouth
is a bottle of sadness
and you think you keep
it stopped up.

But the cork is cracked
the seal is loose
and you drip
little splashes of sorrow
every time you speak.

In the morning,
I wake next to your wet sheets,
your pillow soaked through with it.

It smudges on the rims
of the glasses you drink from
it tastes of
salt
dusk and blue
on your lips.

And even when you laugh,
it boils away
as steam in the air,
the room fills with fog
you stop laughing .

I used to think
you only had liters in you
but now i think,
you have a whole deep sea.
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Jan 10, 2013