certain to cry, I am...I have
felt it welling up for days-
can't tell if I'm angry or sad,
if at you or for me...but anyways

it's coming despite my fear
to mess my skin with water and salt-
or to stain my silken chest...or crash
my car and have my tears at fault

it's inevitable, quite so...and soon
to un-nevermind what I have felt-
unable to short out the longing...or freeze
the candy coating to keep it un-melt

to be fit then to resign the day
to a defeat that only statues know-
to sit beside myself in some quiet
hidden corner...and let it go.

And who's to say it'd be so bad
though it's not to say it'd be that great-
but what's left to do...by the time
symptoms appear...I fear...it's clear...
4 ME
2 C
IT B
2 L8.