Speak,
That I may see you.
Leave,
That I may feel you.
Love,
That I may taste you.
Hate,
That I may understand you.

We all leave a mark
On those we come into contact with,
Even if it is just
A little smudge.

I can't stop.
The tears flow and I can't stop.
It has to come out.
When it's all out
I'll be empty - completely empty.
Then, maybe, I can start again,
Filling the emptiness
With something new and precious - Something meaningful;
But it has to come out
And I can't stop.
Crying.