Cry Baby
A reflection of a memory
blurred and hazed
she is me
I am her
Our emotions
called everything
but healthy
normal not in the vocabulary
she’s too much
Shes a hard one to deal with
she’s a cry baby
25 and I’m still crying
holding my 2 month old
Who also has a fragil heart
I already see fimilar expressions
the ones I’ve caught in my reflections
I look at her
tear stained
and I know she’s looking at me
my tears now scars as they pour down my cheeks