there's no such thing
as pain you can't smile through,
or so i have found dying under
water hyacinths that clog my throat
with their irresistible poetry.
the beauty of your tear-stained face
is lost on me when i hear
what you have to say.
if my life was worse than yours,
and i was your best friend,
we wouldn't be here.
here where i have to see you cry
on the internet and know it's not
my fault but i wish it was
because then i could soften the ache with an
"i'm sorry"
but no but something in me is dead
though i have so many things
when i see that you have gone
so far from me that your tears
are not mine to see,
but everyone's on your social
network.