Guys Cry, Too

When you told me you were leaving,
I sat in a deafening silence for hours.
My mind was overrun with discomfort
As my hands tried to wipe away the endless stream of sorrow.

My dreams were invaded by warm memories of that night.
The first time I saw your seraphic smile.
The first time I talked to you, with shakes and stutters in my voice.
The first time my lips met yours, and everything felt okay.

That made waking up the next morning all the harder, and the tears came again.

I tried to understand what would make you hate me.
Ran it through my head a thousand times,
Hoping to make sense of the newborn disgust between us.
But maybe I shouldn't have bothered, because nothing changed in the end.

When I went to school the next day,
Someone noticed how red my eyes were.
“Are you ok?” He asked. I told him I was fine.
Because real men don't cry.
Right?