salt tears by Amy (15, Australia)

i sweat so much, 
i think i cry through my skin. 
are my eyes on my hands, do i 
see through my fingers? 
i can’t believe my hands 
weep more than i do. 

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i can’t hold hands, 
can’t fumble with paper-thin hope.
tears on my keyboard, 
seeping in through my words. 
my fingers dance, my heartbeat 
stardust on your skin. 
you rush, the mirror’s a blur. 
hurry! wash it off! 
before it stains you. 
no one wants to hold the weight of my tears
as it flows through their hands.​