February 1, 2010
They sting, burn, and rest in my eyes.
Waiting for you to wipe them away
Streaming down my face they slowly fall.
Dripping on the paper
You’re not coming back, you forgot,

You have a family, and I

Love you very much.

These tears they tell stories
Stories of hurt, pain, anguish, and sadness
Stories of the swelling anger in my heart
God Damn these tears!

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