Literature
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I lay awake,
Lying next to you,
waiting until your breaths become shallow,
until your breaths become weakened by sleep,
Waiting until you get lost in slumber.
Then I cry,
pour my heart out onto my pillow case,
unleash the torrent of tears,
my emotional pains.
I cry
until my body aches with sorrow,
my eyes burn and my cheeks tingle,
my heart throbs.
I'm lost in silent sobs,
near motionless
but far from emotionless.
Steady, unwavering, flawless;
Each sob matching your quiet breaths.
I cry.
Not because you slumber while I lay restlessly awake.
I cry.
Not because I hurt so much but you are none the wiser.