Sour Tears

They tell her to write soft, invite love to her words.
How? All she knows is hurt.
The truth speaks through every word.
Each word gives insight into every woman who has been scorned, left, and abandoned.
Love never showed up; the pain did.
She desired love, and she wanted it, she needed it.

Yet that’s not what showed up.
How can she write, of that which she has not experienced?
She writes, she reflects, and every night she tastes bitter memories from each tear.
Tears that have left her no choice but to write, and show what can become of a woman—a woman without the gift of love.

~Vmack~