best one yet

salty drops

pique your bloodshot eyes

moisture coats them

as you blink, a tear falls

within this tear 

your dreams and reality clash

as it leaves

wetting your lashes

it clears your sight

frees your mind

of what will and won't be

or what might

(draw your attention to the irony in it)

this tear makes its way down

cleansing the cuts on your cheek 

and you love to cry, it hurts, but releases

even though it stings, and they see you..

weak

it's what you become when your thoughts race

at the same pace at which your heart beats when you're running

tears and tennis shoes

hitting the ground simultaneously

that's me

people ask me what i'm running from

or what i'm running to

they haven't seen it done with such passion

well i don't know either

i pass them, with no answer

as i run the tears i cry hit the floor

my pain creates puddles and pools

of all depths

and anyone who'd try to cross, wouldn't make it through 

that's why you'll never know or understand 

you'd drown in my pain

it'd leave you lifeless, hopeless

you couldn't sustain 

but i didn't know you 

you, the one who crossed 

the one who understood the depth of my pain 

the one who survived 

the one who remained 

you walked on water

just to get to my tired eyes

my tired everything 

i no longer felt the water rise 

you made me fear nothing

made me feel sanity 

i felt protected 

no longer had to face tragedy ..alone

god has sent me many miracles

i'll never forget 

though he's sent a lot 

i believe that you're the best one yet