I wiped a tear away from your faceand although it settled in the darkest spot just below your bottom lashes
my thumb was surprised by the chill.
And when I asked you what the matter was, you sat in my creaky rocking chair and said:
“I am forgettable
I am boring
I am plain.”
And I laughed because I thought it sweet
that a girl, who is so many, many things
could find no quality within herself worth redeeming.
I quite like to see you cry
because so many people choose to hide their weaknesses
but you embrace yours like several long lost loves
always accepting and never afraid
And when you bear all your nakedness before me
your soul so brittle it could snap at any moment
and you share with me your troubles
I cannot think of anyone more queer
I could kneel beside you and watch you exhaust all of your tears
until there’s no pain left inside of you to be freed.
Your colorless face finally turns to me, vacantly,
But what can I do to show you
that you are everything but
aside from greatly assuring you that you are not?
I take your dampened hands in mine
and thank you
not only for the coldness of your old tears
nor the flush of your skin
nor the wetness of your hands
Thank you for letting me see everything
and for being everything but