I’ve always found it peculiar how tears taste like salt water
Reminding you of the sea of emotions washing over you
The way you can’t breathe as if you were trapped underwater
The waves of sadness wracking through your body
The rip current pulling you under, keeping you surrounded in sorrow

Tears roll down your face like the top of a wave curls in on itself.
The redness of your face is reminiscent of a sunburn from the angry sun
if only they knew you were angry for another reason
Even after the tears have dried up, the feeling of sadness sticks to you like sand
Pesky and annoying, only escapable by washing it off with more water

Upon first glance, you seem as tranquil as morning
Calm, put together, mature
But if they look close enough they can see the lightning flash across your irises
The storm brewing inside, your mind reflects a similar one brewing across the deep blue
Your thoughts crash into each other, spraying the aftermath to add to the mess that is your mind

Occasionally the dam breaks and the water floods out
You spill out a few select droplets and let them into your underwater world
but they often leave as soon as you do
The cold water: too much for them to handle on this sunny day
And your tears continue to taste like saltwater even after the beach has closed