I’m totes emosh… so I wrote a poem… of sorts

I’m no expert at emotional vulnerability
other than chronically wearing my heart on my sleeve,
or face,
or neck.
Big red blotches of emotion
betray me.
Sometimes even when I feel completely in control
they appear
and whisper my secrets.

I cried twice
in front of the boy that I like,
that I like so much.
Like so much that I feel like I’m drifting
away
in the current.
Hot, sticky, emotional tears.
Horrible, betraying blotches of emotion.

I cried today at work
over the most trivial thing.
Loud, desperate, desolate tears.
I hid my face.
I wiped away my mascara
But the red, blotchy evidence
remains.
I cried today at work over the most trivial thing.

Sharon Paine July 2013