Tears

To kiss another’s tears is to drink a poison of your own creation, 

Thoughtful, carefully crafted, and yet stings just the same.

To kiss another's tears is to be in a desert full of drought,

Is to be blinded by pain tearing at your skin while your lips dry shut

To kiss tears that drop from the cheek of a child is the same as kissing tears that drop from the cheek of your own mother,

To kiss them is a prayer that is whispered, but never heard, 

Or to smell paint that is dried, but never seen.

To kiss tears that did not fall from your own cheek is a blessing, 

And yet it curses you to drown in your own breath. 
To cry for another’s tears is to mourn what isn’t dead and celebrate what isn’t alive.