You always cry
when you’re about to smile
But I don’t blame you darling
Who could know the weight
those shoulders of yours
carried
Spurned on by distractions
Chattering to goddesses
to cover an affair
Your tongue
sported imitations
because of your actions
Could only
repeat singular talks
your mouth should have just been sewn shut
You spewed that one word
with so much passion
that maybe even I
could have fell in love with you
If only you smiled
before you wept
Éloa 
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