I'm remembering those moments
when I promised myself
I wouldn't cry anymore
because I've wasted enough tears
so why waste anymore
I even wrote a few poems about it
hoping to never forget that promise
but as I'm writing this poem now
the tears haven't stopped flowing
no matter how hard I tried
I just couldn't get them to stop
as much as I resisted
that's how much more they insisted
I couldn't stop them if I wanted to
and I really want to
the crying isn't that hard to control
but it's my tears
they honor who they choose to honor
whether I like it or not
I suppose I can learn a lot from them
so I'll no longer see them as waste
they just want me to be free
because they've always been free
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