Save Your Tears

Do I taste salty? My tears sting your tongue. You promise to save my tears for me, Catch them if you can. They fall fast, racing to be the first out of my eyes. Yet some linger before evaporating into melancholic air, Or being brushed away quickly by a soft hand. You call me your sad girl. But hate when I cry. Isn’t this what you wanted? A girl who looked pretty while she cried? Are my emotions too much for you? Or not enough? Maybe I don’t feel like they’re enough. Do I even feel at all? I’m your sad girl. “Lighten up.” “Where’s that pretty smile?” My lights are broken. My smile is cracked. You don’t get to be sad, I’m just who you wanted me to be. Your sad girl.