My eyes are itching,
"NO!" I utter to myself.
I always end up crying.
                                                                  
The first tear tickles, it sends
vibrations down my spine.
These keep on rolling,they leave me.
These precious tears of mine.                

I value my tears.
For they are mine and mine alone.
Only you can make me cry                  
and soften up this heart of stone.

it was not you
nor was it me
it was not us
for us does not exist

i cannot hold your
drunken thoughts against
your sober self

i still dont understand
the things you had planned,
was there ever a plan at all?

the pattern of your actions,
becomes crystal clear:              
crush.
break.
but never fall.