Tears in Room 311

I said I would be writing new things constantly, and here is a brand new poem. This is the first thing I've written in over a year which is very exciting to me. I hope you all like it!

Tears in Room 311

I spent hours crying on a hotel bed.
Listened to all of the sad songs I owned.
Mascara streamed down my face in black lines.
Finally allowing myself to feel.
I staged a personal boycott until I was too tired to care.
I put on my best red lipstick and went downstairs to join the crowd.
I realize how pathetic it was in retrospect.
I never wanted to be a flowers-fix-all girl.