Men Don't Cry

Real men,
Us
I don’t think you’ll ever find a real man crying
Especially over love,
but maybe under it
Because it doesn’t give you enough wind
To let out a whim
It crushes you as quickly as crushes do
As men we are reassembled in the image of the color our heart has become
And me
I expect to be getting a darker complexion
And some really dry skin
Because that cold dry hard muscle in my chest doesn’t beat any more
See we don’t cry for love
Or about love
Or even cry at all
We morn the lost of our blood’s circulation
Those water drips down our faces are just condensation
From the moisture of that muscle drying out and rising to our eyelids ventilation
Obviously you all have received altered and very wrong information
Oh
Okay Love the truth is
I hate you, the way you control every muscle in my being
I can’t help but keep seeing her face in every dream
Her smile, hearing her laugh, her having fun
All with out me
Did I deserve this distance that she loves
Why Love I thought you fucking wanted us to be together with her
But you come and go
But believe me I will not
Show this defeater of I,
my tears of condensation sucked out of a near non existent heart
Because I’m not going to cry of course
I’m a man