Your ugly cries don't repulse me
A note to you from you
Dear one,
What does it matter why you wail, the reason for your tears is an afterthought, we’ll discuss it over coffee if you’d like, or place a bookmark in the last book you read.
Why do you explain, I can see you’re in pain, whose court do you believe this is, what permission do you need from me, why don’t you ask for my shoulder instead?
I am resilient enough to let you sob, I am weak enough to know how scaringly ceaseless the tears feel, and I am old enough to know that they do stop, until they do I’ll be here, and more importantly, I’ll be there afterwards, and then you can do your mental gymnastics, alone or with someone wise.
What does it matter why you wail, how you lie on the floor when you sob, when you crack open, how loudly you scream, your ugly cries don’t repulse me, it’s not even ugly to me, it allows me to be more human as I bear witness to the unravelling of your humanness.
You will not collapse, and your pain will not go unseen, why does it matter how long you have held back, let go, I can take it.
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