Being sad or stupid.

So,

my melancholy went over the edge tonight,

and I cried most of the way home.

I really hate crying.

It started as one tear

while listening to a song

about a girl named Stella,

and turned into this fairly uncontrollable

moderate sob

with the occasional self-muddled

"why are you doing this?"

I rolled down the windows,

so the freezing air might

dry my face

before I got home

But,

my mom just walked in the door

and asked what was wrong,

and I told her "nothing",

and she stood there,

until I could almost feel the tears again.

After the second "nothing",

she knew.

"You just like him a lot don't you?"