Sometimes


I need to just cry
I know when it's time to
I feel heavy, I feel tired
I force myself to watch the saddest documentary I can find
Usually it's about soldiers, or family, or some sappy love story (don't judge me)
I make sure no one's home, or no one can hear me
I lock the door and grab the tissues
I sit on the couch and let them run down my face
Sometimes it's just quiet tears
Sometimes it's the kind that make me wrinkle up my face
Sometimes it's a hard sob that I can't control
Once the film is over I have a deep sigh
I dab the tears away and get rid of the mocos
I crawl into bed, exhausted, and have a restful sleep
And hopefully in the morning I don't have to rely on frozen spoons