Tears

Tears strangle my cheeks.

My freckles wail,
while the sour,
pungent,
disease ridden tears,
drug me to death...

I can't,
just isn't possible,
for me to get away from it,
my anger,
my sorrow,
my confusion...

the tears speak,
but they speak water-colored dialects,
why...

what's to cry about,
love...

love surrounds,
confounds...
and kills...

me,
but I still love,
tears can be allies...