why do i only cry at night, when im in my bed alone? each tear, warm and salty, slowly crawls down my face, searching for escape. we're all trying to break out of our rotting shell and our tears are no different. sometimes i just want to scream out and tell you i love you. scream so hard, my lungs ache and my voice cracks. i want to stop imagining myself in a little coffee shop, day in and day out, waiting for the person i love to walk by and stop to talk to me about the foam in my espresso. i need a road that will lead me somewhere warm, with hot tea and peace of mind. a smile is only a mouthful of teeth, exposed by our chapped, overworked lips. it is a small, yet unimaginably meaningful form of emotion, yet does not contain even the slightest bit of heart that a single tear can. ive been in love with you since the last time i saw you and for some reason, i cannot break my own heart and move on. i want to tear it out, hot flesh, meat, blood... holding it in my hand and offer it to you. "please... take it. it does me no good. it only reminds me of you."