Wrong always.

Wrong always
Don't. I will not cry I will stay impassive, untouched, unhurt. I will never let the tears betray me. I will not let anyone get any satisfaction of seeing me hurt.
But...I cry.
Silent hot tears roll down my cheeks. It's okay. No one will see. No one can see. My head is bowed low. My long hair screens my face. My hair is my shield.
The tears on my cheek freeze, like frozen gems. But then hot new waves cascade down and they melt. My cheeks are very wet, glistening like the weeping moon on a cold lonely night. .
A broken heart. I never believed the cliché that a heart cou…