my tears are hot as they roll down my cheeks but turn cold as they hit the top of my neck

they burn as they escape from the binding I hold them in they are long overdue weather heated with passion because I remember you and how we were or by anger thinking of how I should’ve been how I should’ve acted they burn me leaving a fiery boundary between the two sides of me scorching every last inch of skin it comes in contact with wishing it’s pain to the rest of me wanting me to feel remorseful all over convincing me to let more tears free until I break and am unable to hold a single tear in