I am the colander that I carry around 
Holes unplug-able
Eye sockets,
Uncontrollable.
I swear I will cease
My salty sadness
The moment
My well runs dry.
But in the quiet of the night
I always seem to find something more
To cry about.
So I’ve resolved
To be the colander
That I carry around
So my tears can simply
Leak right out of me
Because the longer I keep them in,
The quicker they drown my lungs.
I am but a flood and,
I have no more dams to hold them back.