elly comes into my room this morning
with tears dripping down her face
and her hair a mess.
i wanted to tell her that it's ok,
and that her boyfriend will be back real soon.
instead, i hugged her and brushed her hair with my fingers and told her to clean herself up.
it's ok if she thinks i don't understand
it's ok if she thinks i don't know what it feels like
to wake up alone,
feeling disgustingly empty
inside and out.
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