I'll catch your tears in a cup 

and I will tilt it to my lips to swallow the pain

that you feel in your chest 

I thought I could sleep tonight 

but I couldn't stop thinking 

how I can't help you 

I wish I could cradle your head in my arms 

and whisk your pain away 

the cup is breaking in my hand 

because I don't think I can stomach it down 

the salt burns 

I can handle it, just one more cup 

I promise I can handle it just keep pouring 

i'll tell you the type i love:

men who tower in height and girth

but cower in depth-no truth in works.

i love men with beauty and brawn.

simping men who preen and fawn

over faux greatness, imagined might.

sweet nothings, whispers candlelight

yet when they stand

my soul in hand,

they show me only shells of Man.

they say what comes

your reflection brings.

i wonder what that says of me...

~my once and future kings selah.k_x