It’s not like in the movies—
When the girl cries softly,
Her teardrops falling gently,
Her lips plump and red like rubies.
It’s agonizing and excruciating and loud—
With globs of tears leaving a trace
Of mascara staining her face,
Falling apart in the few moments she’d allowed.
It’s like carving your heart with every sob—
Falling into despair, deeply and suddenly,
Until you feel your heart beat stubbornly,
And remember there’s hope in every throb.
© Jade M. Wong
Written for dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics. Prompt: Find the beauty in ugliness.