laugh and cry

one day, i find you vomitting,

and you don't speak a word when our eyes meet,

but before you leave,

you ask me, "do you know how it feels to have your throat burn,

when you have nothing else to vomit out?"

i smile at you and poke your cheek, as i walk by,

"no, sweetheart. i'm not like that."

it's harsher than it sounds.