There's no sense in crying any longer; it doesn't change anything and it doesn't help anyone. Yet, I can't help but let the drops of salt water escape my lonely eyes. The eyes that have been looked at directly, intently, and lied to. The eyes that have witnessed horrible truths unfold in front of them. The eyes that can't seem to find an ounce of trust in you no matter how long they search. I close my eyes but the images are still plastered in my memory. Nothing can be unseen. My tears try to wash away the memories as if it's just dirt on a windshield. I should know by now that's it's more like bloodstains in a white carpet, and tears are no match for that. Yet I let each tear be relentlessly born from my stale, hurt, lied to, scarred, doubtful eyes. You've hurt me so many times, and you've never seen me cry. So look at me now, as salt water drips from these eyes, feel the pain and guilt for what you've caused. You'll never be able to unsee these tears, I hope they burn into your memory as the thought of you burns in mine.
Your mind is loud. I can hear your shouting accusations through the thin silence. Your eyes are set and dead, but that's because a fire of fury is burning behind them. Your teeth are clenched tight enough to crush diamonds. I know your words want to spill out in my face. Your tongue is pressed to the roof of your mouth, like a safety trigger on a gun. Flip the switch and a machine gun is ready for rapid fire. Your arms are crossed as if you've bound yourself your own strait jacket. Come on! Unbind yourself, take the safety off, crush every rock hard diamond, set the trails ablaze, yell every minuscule of ranting passion right to my steady face. I want the bomb to go off, I want to hear everything you've kept inside, I want your hands to do the talking. Slap me, punch me, grab my neck and threaten to kill me! It won't do any use but at least your conscience will be clean. Go on now, say it! It won't matter once you do, I've already died on the inside waiting for you.