her tears are poison
i've figured it out! her tears are poison...
that's why she never cries, that's why she hasn't cried in years.
she musn't trail poison down her cheeks or lick the salt from her own wound... but if it came down to it, and she released that poison before me, I'd be on it before it reached her precious skin. I'd eat the tears straight from her eyes before they would poison as much as a freckle on that face. So she shouldn't feel afraid to cry - not in front of me. I won't let the poison spill. I won't let the tears scald her. Never.
that's why she never cries, that's why she hasn't cried in years.
she musn't trail poison down her cheeks or lick the salt from her own wound... but if it came down to it, and she released that poison before me, I'd be on it before it reached her precious skin. I'd eat the tears straight from her eyes before they would poison as much as a freckle on that face. So she shouldn't feel afraid to cry - not in front of me. I won't let the poison spill. I won't let the tears scald her. Never.