New Poem..

I have the want to cry,
But I'm lacking the sufficient tears to shed.
Even though the thought of you with her pains my soul,
I still walk up to her and smile like everything is okay, when truly I'm dying inside.
The more I think about you two, 
The more I become accustomed to heartbreak.
I loved you and at one time you loved me,
But apparently your feelings are being overshadowed by the mask of which you call "love".
You don't know what it really is!
It's a cover-up, security blanket, 
She's terrified of being alone, dying single.
She'll do anything. 
Just.
For.
Fun.

Those salty tears slid down my cheeks and bare neck.
The levee has broken and the tears spew out until there are none left to shed.
I wait a while and try to busy myself, try to keep my mind off the paralyzing, tear-jerking thought that still lingers.
Yet, alas, there are more tears that fall like a steady rain-storm.
Just like I have no control over the weather, it seems as though I have lost control over my tears.
The tears rest so peacefully at my cheekbone, then slide their way to my chin and tip-toe down my neck leaving the faintest evidence of being there in the first place.
And soon I realize I can't change the fact you're gone. 
Those tears haven't changed anything.