I don't own anything.
Tears.
Crying.
The overwhelming emotions that make the tears well up in your eyes. The pressure, the need to shed them. Holding them back is almost impossible, and as you feel the moisture the blink it back, but it only makes it worse, and soon the tears are flowing freely and you're burying your face in your hands, refusing to look at people's sympathetic looks and comforting smiles. You sob. You weep. You shed your tears of sorrow and try to expel your emotions with them. You hope that as your tears evaporate, so does your ability to feel. Because sometimes emotion can be too much to bear and you hate it. You hate it when you lose the one you love and you can't have them back because it's simply not possible. You hate the feeling that causes.
That's how I felt when he left. My love, red eyes boring into mine as he leaned in to brush him lips against mine. That's how I felt when he left me, left me with my over protective family, the family that thought I couldn't hear when they said 'good riddance' and 'thank god he's gone'. The family that hated the man I loved. But sometimes I agreed with them.
He left me. The man I loved left me.
He left me with sorrow.
Tears.
Crying.
