Your Tears Are Now Mine

A poem

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Your head falls on mine as you collapse,
but I’m not strong, not strong at all perhaps,
because I hold you tight and yet that’s not enough,
but I don’t dare to think of giving up.

Your tears slowly make their way to my mouth,
leaving marks on my skin, then continuing south,
their bitterness burning my face then my tongue,
then sinking into my chest, then soaking into my lungs.

For the shortest second, I manage to know your pain,
when I stop breathing and I feel insane —
I drown in nonexisting memories and cruel futures,
inside your head and mine, I meet your vicious ruler.