do(n’t) cry over spilled milk (tea)

i.

milk tea on my high tops

mochi on my tongue

but i taste nothing

ii.

daddy told me not to cry

all i have are dry eyes and sticky sneakers

’cause daddy told me not to cry

iii.

the squeak of my shoes

reverberates through the halls

so i turn paramore up, up

until they’re louder,

even louder than

the voices in my head

iv.

should’ve known a tear would slip

hush, don’t let daddy see

for my heart can’t help

but one delicious lament,

one dip into the silk folds of sympathy

v.

saltwater pools

in the corners of my smile

vi.

look, daddy

the teardrops wash

the sugar from my shoes

same time tomorrow?